I think I’ve recovered from my Denver vacation. Well, almost. Once I am able to sleep again, I’ll be there. Anytime I break my schedule, it takes a toll on me. I think I’m recovering faster, though. Today has been surreal. There’s a guy who lives down the hall from me. He’s autistic, and lives with his Mom. He’s always been kind to me when we’ve shared an elevator, or passed in the hall. He invited me to come to his place once, but I declined. He knocked on my door today after I came back from getting my mail. I walk past his door, so he probably saw me. I answered, and he asked if I wanted to visit again. I said no. Then I told him that I think he’s a nice person, but I wasn’t interested in going inside his apartment. He didn’t respond for a bit, then asked if I wanted to go to the community room.
I thought about it, and said no. Then I asked if he wanted to go to the theater room and watch a movie instead. He said yes, and then ran down the hall to tell his Mom. I grabbed my new Harry Potter collection, then put it back, and picked Howl’s Moving Castle instead. I don’t want anyone to watch Harry Potter with me, because even if they say they won’t talk, they do. He came back a few minutes later, and we went to the theater room to watch. It was around 33 F, which is like a heat wave compared to the last 4 days. He talked several times during the movie. I didn’t mind because I’ve seen it several times. Afterward, we walked back to our building, and I said goodbye, and started to walk to my door. I got about 10 feet, then I heard him running to catch up. He said he wanted to walk me to my door. I think his Mom told him to do this. When we got to my door, I unlocked it and opened it, and my cat was at the door like usual. She ran away as soon as she realized I wasn’t alone. I said bye and closed the door and locked it. Then I thought about how it must have been obvious to his Mom that I’m autistic too. I supposed parents of autistics can tell. She’s always kind with me as well.
I have my annual shrink appointment next Friday. While I see it as only necessary to continue getting my Prozac, I have to admit, my shrink is a good one. He has private practice, plus his VA position. He’s open about being a Christian, even though it’s technically frowned upon for the VA staff to question me about my beliefs. He asks me about my spiritual health, along with my mental and physical health each time we meet. I talked to him about it a few times. The first time, I told him I was an atheist. I thought it was true at that time, plus I expected my response to end the topic. The next time, I told him about encountering atheists online, and how I didn’t understand why so many were proud of being atheist, and thought their declaration meant they had superior intelligence to those who believed in God.
I went on to relate how I’d seen people who enjoyed baiting those who were proud of their religion by asking them to prove their God exists, and implying that anyone who believed was a fool. I thought it was bizarre, and told him it reminded me of racism. He asked me if I still thought I was an atheist. I said no, that I was agnostic. He asked me what that meant to me. I remember feeling glad that he was basically saying I get to decide the definition. I told him that I wasn’t sure yet, and that reading the bible is what led to my agnosticism in the first place. I said I think agnosticism could be temporary. It could be that I haven’t read or heard or experienced the something that will lead me to belief yet. I added that I listen, and pay attention to people who show me their faith through their behaviors, choices, and lives. I added that he’s one of the people I pay attention to in that respect. My sister is another. There are a few online, too. It was a good appointment, and I left feeling understood.
I think a person’s beliefs are incredibly personal. I don’t like extremists because they too often believe their faith is more important than the lives of other people. I don’t like it when people use religion, or the lack thereof, to justify offending others. I don’t think hurting people on purpose is funny, or cool, or indicative of superior intellect. I think it’s being insecure loudly. Most who believe are not extremists. Most of the people I’ve encountered so far, whom I’ve known to be religious, were striving to be better people. I think that’s awesome. It’s not restricted to religion, of course. I just can’t stomach hating on someone for being different than me, but harming no one.