When Dad gets on his high horse about some academic point we disagree on I always feel myself getting angry. It's not because I'm losing (though conceding the point would be painful) it's because I feel like he's not listening to me, and no doubt vice-versa happens too.
I feel like he's testing my mettle, if I don't want to argue it's a fault and a weakness in character. I feel like he's smug in his correctness, assuming there's no God. I don't know what I think about God but I think noone has the right to pronounce on something they know nothing of or about, and so people should just stop getting arsey about religion or the lack of it.
I feel like he wants a decent fight and he wants to win. But I don't want to fight, I don't want to agree, I don't want... I want simple, but nothing is ever simple like that.
Take Lady of the House, she probably wants me for an ulterior motive, probably to fill out her own personal congregation of those against a variety of things, which is really no better than Christian bible bashers in its approach.
Yet I'm still her willing acolyte.
I can't fathom myself.
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