So. I went to church today. My mom and I left the house at 9 and didn't leave until 1:30, because after the service she (and I, by loyalty and boredom) got waylaid by one of the talkative crazies who had this gigantic revelation which is supported all over the Bible about everything that's wrong with the world. I used my awesome liberal powers to argue, and then got tired of his nattering and went out to the car.

Srs note: If I am talking to you about homosexual love being as valid as heterosexual love, and you bring up a story about how you were, and I'm not putting a whole lot of weight into this, almost raped twice, once in the church. and gay is evil? I am going to tell you that judging all gay people by that, I am perfectly within his frame of logic to judge all heterosexuals by one rapist. That got him to shut up (after the third fucking iteration of that part of the discussion).

*breathe*

Aaaanyway. I am trying to live, right now, with the belief that my life is better by making other people's lives better, and it seems to have helped my mother a lot to have me with her today. None of the rest of the family came.

This church... is completely batshit. One of the first members to introduce himself to me, and the only one wearing a S.A. uniform besides my mom, began the conversation with "Do you like hunting?" FAILBOATS, SIR. And he's one of the sane ones. The ratio of bugfuck crazy to reasonably sane, as far as I can tell, is about 2 to 1 out of my favor. I mean, most of them are nice... but I could draw a Venn diagram of crazy, stupid, and nice, and there'd be a whoooole lot of overlap and not too much clear space left for the simply nice.

I spent time before and after church writing... and now I will nap.