I woke up today at around 10:12 and realized, “Oh crap, I overslept…” *Pulls covers back over head* I just decided to miss Art History, though I am regretting it because the TA just sent a mass email prompting us to watch the Double Rainbow video. We must be talking about video art next class…either that or now I’m just lost. So after my failed attempt at going to class, I decide to get my lazy ass up and head to Mallet. Water bottled filled and in hand, I say, “What the heck, might as well get some breakfast” and by breakfast I mean a sandwich. Getting to Mallet, I plop myself next to an outlet, hoping someone doesn’t come screaming at me that where my plug is is a fire hazard, whatever. I decided to chug some water to get this studying going when I realize, there’s some black shit on my mouthpiece thingie. Gross…it’s mold and it’s on the cap too. I’m disgusting. Second time this month I’ve ingested mold. 

Study, study, sleep for 30 minutes, and study until 4:00 when I decide, “Hm, I’m hungry…for Chick fil A.” Go grab some food…sit down and adjacent from my table are two girls who are talking and also looking in my direction. Whatever, must be sorority girls and my hair is obviously crapped up. They get up and walk to my table. They’re part of some Christian group and want me to take this visual survey. Okay, no harm right? I know how shitty it is to do a survey and try to approach some people and they run away from you like the plague, so I was like MEH. Couldn’t hurt. They asked questions, made me point to pictures, all that good stuff…and then…they started talking about God. Not only were they talking about God but they had those little pamphlets, great literature as they liked to call it. I scoffed in my head a bit, that is not great literature, great literature is Shakespeare, Hemingway, Poe…you know. Wait, am I being a cynic again? They weren’t aggressive…but it was a bit terrifying. They started talking about their own beliefs…how they’d sin so much, how the human race is stubborn, how we are all metaphorically fucked, and we must follow Jesus because he knows the way to everything. The younger girl even said something about forgetting to turn in an outline and just being like “God will fix that for me”. Then the older girl asked me if I was struggling or “sinning” as she’d call it. When someone springs that question on you, it kind of stuns you. HARD. The best answer I could come up with was that “Who doesn’t struggle, internally or physically, but that’s a part of life. Doesn’t mean that everything I’ve done are that my struggles are sins.” Then they started pressing a bit harder…reading off their “literature”, they said that we had to be submissive to Jesus. Four nuggets in and I just lost my appetite. I kind of just shuffled my food into the back, throwing away all those glorious chick fil a sauces into the bag and that signaled the end of our conversation. They said thanks, I said no problem. That conversation just left a stale taste in my mouth. I guess this whole thing reminded me of the “Science Saved Me” youtube video. Talking about religion, especially Christianity is scary. The whole thing is daunting.