There is this bitter taste in the back of my mouth, a slow burning sensation in my chest. My throat is tight and I find it hard to breathe. But I'm not sick. I am angry. Infuriated. Appalled and disgusted. I feel tainted, dirty, VIOLATED.
You see, I have this thing where I try to be open-minded about religion. Beliefs are sacred, and should not be used to judge. There are not enough words to describe the rage I feel when someone dares to condemn another based on what he or she does or does not believe.
Let me get this straight. I could devote my life to eradicating disease, give up every free moment to volunteer-work, donate every last dollar I could ever possibly earn to charity, and sacrifice my life for the greater good of humanity, but if I don't believe in and do it in the name of someone's chosen god, then my eternal soul is damned to endless lifetimes of misery and torment in an unimaginable hell? That is NOT love, that is NOT respect. That is a wanktastic desire for ego-stroking obviously created by Man and not by a loving God and I will NOT have it in my heart. NO.
If that means I'm just as close-minded as the next religious freak, so be it. Fuck you and get yourself the fuck out of my journal.