The Fuckit Point
To quote Hoop, "Once you hit the 'Fuckit Point' there's no turning back." It's Monday. At sometime during the drive to work my motivation went kamikaze and threw itself from the car.
Talkin' Tongues: On the way back from my parents house Saturday I saw a church with the sign, "Da Vinci Code Session Sundays." It was right across the street from the church that announced, "Halloween hurts Jesus" back in October. Did I mention? I live on a Bible Belt. I'm about the last hole, which places my parents at the buckle. Their little town has two stop lights, one grocery store, and thirty-four churches. 90% of the houses in their town have 10 Commandment signs in their yards. They're even at the local restaurants and stuck to the back of cars.
When they moved there, my Mom was afraid that people would turn on her for having a Pro-Kerry bumper sticker. She outright refused to attach the Darwin Fish I bought her. Florida country folk tend to be a little narrow minded. I don't think many even realize there are more religions than just their own. Whenever they notice my fish I hear, "Thas a strange lookin' Jesus fish you got der. It has legs!" And then they laugh like I'm just some crazy kid. School systems there try to incorporate the bible into history lessons. "Slavery? Well that reminds me of Jesus. He was a slave too!"
Last night Hoop and I went to see "The Da Vinci Code." I read the book when it first came out, sparking six months of extensive research on the subject. So of course I set myself up for the movie to be a big disappointment. I love Tom Hanks. But he was not the right person to be playing this role. It was also a little irritating that the focus of the movie was more on the characters than the history. I was deep in thought when we got up to leave. It was Hoop who pointed out that something was wrong. Of all the people leaving the theatre, not a single one spoke. The crowd that left was as silent as a parade of mimes. It was almost like they were scared.
When we got home Hoop and I talked for two hours on the topic of religion. He's always trying to stretch my brain with all kinds of "what ifs." What if God didn't make us? What if WE made God? What if the only thing keeping the government stable is religion? What if there is no meaning to life? What if the only reason we exist is simply because of our instinct to survive? What if the idea of heaven and hell was just created to keep us from misbehaving? What if this is it? Questions with no answers. Questions that only lead to more questions.
I feel like I'm getting practice for parenthood. :)
Daily Hoop Conversation:
(While at our favorite hole-in-the-wall coffee shop)
Employee: Excuse me! If you want to sit down in the lounge you must be a member.
Tink: A member?
Employee: Yes. We're now a V.I.P. coffee lounge. You must pay a $10 membership fee to join.
Tink: A fee? What about the tourists?
Hoop: So let me get this straight... You want us to PAY to sit on your stinky couches in your dark and dank room sipping on coffee we've already paid for?
Employee: I'm sorry. It's the new policy.
Hoop: You poor bastard. You must get awfully tired of people laughing in your face. I hope they pay you well.
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(And some random weekend pictures)
The Bridge At Night