*There are as many gods and higher powers as there are religions, if not more. thus, I believe that religious arguments are invalid, as belief is not universal; belief is a choice, not a mandate. Basically, don't hide behind your god or goddess or whatever if you don't like something.
*While people are almost indefinitely diverse, they are not snowflakes. There are a set number of personalities, problems, ethnicities, genders, sexualities, areas of intelligence, etc. Thus, while I believe that everyone should have the same rights, i do believe that the rights should not be overridden to compensate for lack of capability or demand. Simply, don't make special rules for different people.
*I have chosen the Pagan religion, thus use certain practices, celebrate certain holy days, and am yelled at and alienated from certain fanatics with certain misperceptions. So let me make this clear: Pagans do pray, do use magic, and do worship nature. Pagans do not worship Satan or the forces of Hell (the Christians created it, let them burn it if they want), do not perform ritual sacrifice, and do not use magic to violate or harm innocents. If you have a problem with my religion, then your god can take it up with the 64 I worship.
*As a final point, I would like to make public that my favorite colors are silver, black and dark forest green, my favorite animal is the fox, I am a Leo, I enjoy gaming, hanging out with friends, having adventures, acting, sword fighting, archery and general marksmanship, exploring, and reading books on magic and fantasy worlds, and i love comedy and horror movies, as well as the occasional non-stupid, well written fantasy or sci-fi.
Still, enough background. On to what this is supposed be.
Today I went to a county fair with my girl friend and my family. This was partially in celebration of my father returning from contract work in the Middle East, partially because my girl friend had never met my father before and this was as good a time as any, but mostly it was because my mom decided we had to go. We are actual country folk, so our main interest was livestock for sale (there were no chickens or goat breeders we needed) and the market. This is opposed to the city folk at fairs, who want to take pictures of everything and look at the old west pioneer stuff after blowing most of their money on rides.
After proving how out of shape I was to the Marines and watching my girl friend run through the majority of the fair, she decided that she would cure me of a certain fear of mine: tall carnival rides. I have no problem with the mid-hight rides and things that spin on the ground, but the tall rides... (shudder) I was never the same after going on a huge ride as a toddler. Back then, I thought it was the coolest thing ever until I got on. I was scared to tears. That fear carried on, and my girl friend decided that the best cure was to stuff me onto the same ride that traumatized me as a kid. She was screaming and laughing, I was gripping the seat yelling "ohshitohshitohshitohshit" and hoping i didn't fly off.
Yet I survived, and reflecting back on the whole scenario, it was partly I underestimate myself, but mostly because she was with me. I have always believed the best relationships are the ones where one is strong where the other is weak. I now see that is definitely the dynamic between me and my girlfriend. Sure, we do have spats and disagreements, but if the world was without problems, i would go insane from sheer boredom.
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