Brandon Lopez6 said:I get it.
So sorry. 🙂
The author doesn't want to talk about God.
Maybe that other thing will work 🙂.
I don't buy this second option. 🤣
So, my godmother was actually my father's cousin. My dad didn't have a father figure growing up, so he went looking for a replacement in the spiritual realm. After poking around in the natural sciences, Eastern philosophies, yoga, and all that, he ended up falling in with some questionable crowds (that one jerk downtown in New York City—not that I’d name specific high-end lounges)—and he discovered... drumroll please... God!!!
If only he had kept it to himself. But he didn't. In the beginning, he was somewhat lucid and sounded a bit like Peterson. Then he moved on to Jolene's spiritual exercises and became much more like Pavun. He just collects rocks and piles them up, much like Jung when he was working on The Communist Manifesto. He's a charming old man, though I've only had enough contact with him over the last fifteen years to keep things from being outright rude. Basically, we talk on the phone for birthdays and holidays. He's banned from family parties because he always ends up insulting someone. He doesn't have a diagnosis because he never bothered to seek one out. He used to be a big shot in telecommunications, obsessed with the FBI and a few other fixations that I never pretended to understand. Now he's retired. My parents are still married. My mother trolls a little (I learned from the best 🙂) and tells everyone she only cheated twice in her life and has two beautiful daughters. She was also quite a powerhouse in her field, which is very similar to mine.
And once you see how successful, happy, and content venomous snakes can be... how they can spend winters in the tropics, summer in a beach house (where that Jungian rock collection is kept), and enjoy a rich spiritual life (now his brother and sister are part of some lay order 🙂), while you're stuck chasing that loan they refused to co-sign for (if they had, I could have secured it easily 😳)... well, nothing else can really get under your skin. God is just a load of crap to you. You're enlightened.
🙂