I think I might have the answer as to why my hubby doesn’t care about religion, always mocks the church, couldn’t care less about God and always has side remarks about my faith: the Church ‘dissed Spider-Man! To completely understand this in the full and proper conxext you must first understand my hubby’s obsession with Spider-Man. I mean he loves him, probably even more than he loves the kids,and he collects everything Spider-Man related, such as comics, memorabilia, mugs, shirts. hats, jackets, stuffies, pens,etc, you name it, he’s got it. He loves Spider-Man like I love hippos.
My hubby informed me a couple of days ago that awhile ago our least fave. priest( the one we refer to as the Grumpy Old Fart) was condemning the sin of idol worship even going as far as saying admiring rock stars and superheroes, such as wearing their images on your shirts, posters on your walls, wanting their autographs, etc. is a form of idol worship and a sin, that you should only worship God. I agree you only worship God but that doesn’t mean that you can’t still admire and respect other people and their skills and talents, and superheroes show you a good example to aspire to, that fight for truth, justice, and fight evil. So, in his eyes, he ‘dissed Spider-Man, and in one fell swoop crushed his Hero, so, that, in a nutshell, I think is the reason he’s now hostile to the church and to religion in general, because the priest doesn’t respect Spider-Man. Uh, ok….(I can just imagine God Almighty Himself looking down from Heaven, at my hubby, face-palming, shaking His Head…..)
As well, I got yelled at by both my mother and hubby yesterday: by him for needing him to drive me to the lab for my appointment to have my blood work done and he was busy with work and didn’t want to have to be bothered(well..excuuuuuse me!), and her all because I asked her if she had a safety pin and she just goes all ape-shit on me, swearing at me, and screamed, “Go smoke your weed and drift off!” I also wonder if that time last month I thought the electric blanket shocked me if maybe it may have been a mild heart attack, esp. since I did feel my heart quivering, beating slower and slower and I kept feeling weaker and weaker, like I was fading away, the life-force just draining from me, unless it was just another seizure I was partly-conscious for, but it does make me wonder….
I think the 9 YR old’s autistic as well, as he hits himself in the face and head when angry or frustrated just like I used to do to myself before I got on my mood-stabilizing meds, and the second-floor now smells like fresh paint and I just love the smell of paint , probably as it reminds me of my friend T( from grade 5) and how she had her house painted just before they sold it and she moved away,and I was over at her house just before she moved and remember the smell and I was really sad when she moved away but then the family that bought the empty house right next door their daughter N ended up becoming my new BF!
My mother also commented critically about how I’m still the same now, at age 50, as I’ve always been ( other than the smoking pot part) that my styles and tastes haven’t changed(I don’t dress like a spinster); for instance, I still wear,and love, my Chuck Taylor high-top Converse sneakers in various colours, my fave. weed shirt, Van’s checkered shoes, band shirts,and still love and wear ” Bo-Ho”, hippie-style clothes, tie-dye, ripped jeans, etc.. I liked them before when I was younger, and I still like them. I like what I like. My tastes haven’t changed. I didn’t just wake up one morning and suddenly decide, “I’m old and I don’t think I like peasant blouses anymore!” I’m still me. Why should age define us? Look at fashion designer Betsey Johnson; she’s really old yet still maintains her quirky eclectic style, and look at Steven Tyler; he must be close to 70 and he still wears ripped jeans and funky clothes. Who says that you have to start wearing polyester, cardigans, muu-muus,or elastic-waisted pants and orthopedic ugly-ass shoes once you reach a certain age? I will never shop at Sears. I will never wear old lady clothes. I am still me and have the same interests, likes, tastes, and styles like I always have. They’ll probably bury me in my Converse.