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Cold-Dodger
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Date: May 29, 2020 11:47PM
There’s a lot of unresolved stuff rising to the surface in my mind as I do essential work and then quarantine in my home where I live alone. I just deleted Facebook, and I’m going to make sure it’s permanent. I have just myself and my thoughts and my ability sit quietly with them. I think about my family often, my parents and my brothers, about the patronizing way they see me nowadays, about my limitations to change the fact. It keeps coming back around that moment where I tried to “come out” to my father only to be immediately shot down. I didn’t get past telling him that I was an atheist now and that I’d been reading “anti-Mormon” literature before the wall went up and he forbade me from telling my mother. I was going to tell my mother though, because this development was just the last development in my mental health journey which I had been sharing every detail with them up until it veered off into apostasy territory. That was when I found you guys. I waited a year, and then the occasion of my closeted gay brother being pressured to serve a mission gave me an opportunity to come out with that last detail. I just wanted us all to let each other be who we were without the hard feelings that Mormons usually have for apostates and homosexuals. To that end did I desire to deconstruct their faith, just enough at least. My father told her before I could. So she was all walled off and distant by the time I cornered her and was not going to listen to anything I had to say either.
That man. I hate that I love him. This would all be so easy if my parents were terrible people —- discovering that the church wasn’t true would have been like Harry Potter meeting Hagrid and leaving the Durseleys for Hogwarts —- but they're not. They love me and they mean well in their own way. All the same, I can’t stand their nonsense anymore, especially with my mental health being what it is.
I’m like a crashed aviator on an island full of ooga booga people whose local religion just happens to forbid them from helping lost aviators fix their airplanes. They have the resources I need if they would just help me, but instead they turn the ire of their tribe against me and get furthermore enraged when I try to deconstruct their faith in Ju Ju who lives at the top of the island mountain. They’re human beings, dutiful husbands and wives who are fathers and mothers to wonderfully inquisitive and innocent children, but their culture is backwards in a few departments that just happen to be all the ones I needed to be amendable to reason to get airborne again. I want to soar through the skies of this world, and they want me to give up on my foolish and sinful aspirations and just settle down and worship Ju Ju with them. They keep asking me if their company is that terrible, and it kind of is... but saying that out loud makes me sound like such an asshole because none of these people have offered me offense out of ill will. When they offer me offense, they think they’re only doing it in defense.
Let’s complicate the analogy further by making the wannabe aviator a native of the island who has tasted the outside world and wants more of it. So I’m not just a heathen, I’m a traitor. I should know better. I was able to convince them that Ive been in a lot of emotional pain and I’m only on a journey to find my peace and I don’t intend evil on my birth tribe, and that disarmed the contention a little —- but not enough. They still won’t help me, and they won’t listen to my story about how I came to be certain Ju Ju wasn’t real and the outside world was not all evil.
It’d be a lot easier to find my place in the wider world if my own support network didn’t hate me. Maybe they don’t hate me, per se, just my new identity and everything I value now. I can’t fully articulate all the ways that love and hate are tangled together in this difference of faiths. Why would anybody want to leave the warmth and comfort of their little island surrounded by all their childhood friends and family where everything is known and clearly defined and anger Ju Ju by flying to strange lands? They just don’t understand what it’s like to be cursed with a racing, inquisitive mind that won’t be content with nonanswers forever, a mind that won’t forever tolerate the manipulative emotional means employed to keep tribal members from asking too many questions.
Turns out I can fix the plane and get airborne again on my own, but it’s a shoddy patch job subject to frequent break down, it took me way longer than it needed to, and I have grown resentful of the mocking tribalists who stood at afar gleefully smiling at every setback as though I were about to throw my wrench down on the beach, burn the plane, don a loincloth again and worship Ju Ju contently for the rest of my natural life. That’s not how this works. Well, sometimes that’s how it works when someone who only nominally worshipped Ju Ju but never fully committed to it gets ideas about leaving the tribe but never fully commits to that either and is at last sucked back in to the tribe’s control by the great social difficulties they imposed on defying them. That isn’t me, though. I was one of their most faithful. I tried to make sense of it all a little too hard, and it started exacting a toll on my happiness because there was ultimately no sense to be made of it. I knew the Ju Ju lore inside and out, at least the correlated version, and then I saw the mortal man behind the curtains and I want out and I don’t care where I go as long as it’s not here. I refuse to believe that this shit is as good as it gets. Ju Ju’s rules are arbitrary bullshit, and this family contention wouldn’t have happened if this silly tribe would just be content with some of their own wanting to explore other avenues. Why must I choose between seeing other lands and having a good relationship with my father and my mother? But I must. Was it a crime that I saw through Ju Ju and realized that there was a world full of people beyond our shores who had other ways of seeing and doing things and maybe the peace I sought had an answer there? Who was physically hurt by my questions? The only people hurt by it were a bunch of naive tribalists who have been conditioned by their elders, always fearful of a mass exodus from the island and thereby the death of their way of life and all the comforts of the static familiar, into perceiving certain questions from their own children as an invasion by the outside world intent on the destruction of Ju Ju worship. I was only looking for peace and truth, and I ran face first into that brick wall.
I may never find a place in that outside world where I feel like I belong in all the same ways I once felt like I belonged on this little island, but I have the right to try and I have the right to defy those sneer at me for it. I do love those people, but not that much. I just need a break, and this quarantine happened to be the perfect excuse.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 05/30/2020 03:50AM by Cold-Dodger.