Welcome to the ROMAN BATHS

I think that life might be easier for people who don’t believe in anything (agnostic? atheist?). They’ll never be disappointed by something they put their faith in. Being brought up Catholic serves only to create, for me, an underlying insidious feeling of guilt about whatever I’m doing.

Therefore, why shouldn’t I renounce my religion? Is there any reason I can’t simply exist, with my thoughts and feelings mine alone and not dictated by some higher power? So disbelief is the last vestige of the selfish, the wicked, the evil. Ben was telling me and Calum about how, in his faith, there is no devil or hell. When you die, if you’re not one of the chosen few, then you simply go back to where you first came from: ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

I like that theory better than the whole fire and brimstone thing, but maybe that’s because I’ve acknowledged to myself that, if I still followed my faith, I would be a sinner, and probably would be spending several lifetimes in purgatory if not going straight to hell.

Anyway, I’m not sure what’s sparked the topic for this blog.

Anyway, I have to go and get ready because Willy and Chris will be over at 11:00am so we can go down to Ikea. Yesssssssssssssssssssssss.