Let’s begin again, and I’ll give you every benefit of the doubt, assuming I’m a complete idiot and that you’re making your point in earnest: what point am I missing?
Honestly, I feel like we’re talking past each other, and I’d rather have an earnest conversation.
I said “Maybe secondhand stories are a bad way to understand it.”
The “it” refers to this thing called “god”. Referred to by a story that you read. A second-etc-hand story
Assume that somebody saw something really strange. They tell their friends about it but, because it is strange, they have to make up a name and describe it via metaphor.
Any understanding conveyed must be crippled. Because language is limited that way. Do that a few more times and we’re worse than lost. We have arrived at fanfiction.
This is obvious.
A better way to understand it is to see for yourself.
Okay, thanks, that gives me a bit more to work with, but I’m still quite confused.
Your original reply to my personal story was:
Maybe secondhand stories are a bad way to understand it.
And I’m confused because mine was a first-hand story.
I get the ‘it’ is ‘god’. I never saw anything strange. My point was my pain was used when I was a toddler by priests to justify the stories of saints, especially their pain and sacrifice. How exactly is that a second-hand story? How is that something that can be dismissed as metaphor? How does that relate to language? It’s a direct, literal and personal experience in the Christian church. Full stop. You don’t have to like it, but it’s a real thing that happened. And no matter how it hurts your feelings, I am not alone.
This is not fan fiction. It’s real. I don’t care if you believe it. I honestly couldn’t care less about your beliefs in general. I’m just sharing my experiences because it helps me to talk about it. Your opinions about me don’t matter to me at all. I’m only engaging with you because I feel bad when people believe the lies told by the church, and I care about other people. If you’re going to be a dick about it and dig in your heels, I’ll stop being interested in talking to you.
I’m sorry you seem to feel that way, and you should probably stop trying to engage atheists until you can open your mind a bit.
Christ, there’s no game. You misunderstand one thing I said and immediately jump to me playing games – which I must be honest, only shows you have a tendency to read a fictional and paranoid layer into everything you hear.
I have no such layer. I say exactly what I mean, sometimes to a fault.
I say this with a true concern for your well-being and absolutely nothing beyond that: have you sought professional help? I strongly think you should. Most people don’t immediately think strangers have ulterior motives as strongly as you do. That’s just not normal, and there are a few mental issues that is a strong indicator of. Given our very limited conversation, you jumping repeatedly to that assumption is not usual.
I’m happy to continue our conversation, but maybe we should talk about something else that has nothing to do with religion, since that topic seems to be too emotionally fraught for you. Maybe we can chat about your favourite tv show instead? I’m really into Star Trek: Lower Decks right now. I also like Resident Alien, and the live-action One Piece on Netflix. What do you think?
I’m not pretending. If you think I misunderstood you, perhaps I did.
I’ll keep saying this until you understand me: There. Is. No. Game.
Good lord, I have much better things to think about. Everyone does. Stop thinking the world revolves around you, and please, for the love of Pete, stop thinking anyone has the mental bandwidth to think about playing games when we’re all just trying to figure out how to live our lives.
Are you constantly playing games, or are you just trying to get through every day?
The red pill idiots are lying to you. I don’t know how to get this across to you, but you’re not important enough for people to be playing games with you. We’re all trying to figure ourselves out. Think about it for five fucking minutes.
What’s your favourite serial show right now? I’m on the fence between Lower Decks and One Piece.
I am also very confused at what your point is. Like, they mentioned that bible stories were indeed second hand, if not more.
If you mean their childhood story, that was first hand.
If you are referring to priests delivering an incorrect interpretation of the Bible, it’s implied they grew up in a religious environment and read the Bible, couldn’t find the answers they wanted, and thus sought the help of religious experts.
So what are you actually talking about? What isn’t answered here?
pretending to misunderstand me. That game.
I’m not pretending. I have no idea what you mean.
Let’s begin again, and I’ll give you every benefit of the doubt, assuming I’m a complete idiot and that you’re making your point in earnest: what point am I missing?
Honestly, I feel like we’re talking past each other, and I’d rather have an earnest conversation.
I said “Maybe secondhand stories are a bad way to understand it.”
The “it” refers to this thing called “god”. Referred to by a story that you read. A second-etc-hand story
Assume that somebody saw something really strange. They tell their friends about it but, because it is strange, they have to make up a name and describe it via metaphor.
Any understanding conveyed must be crippled. Because language is limited that way. Do that a few more times and we’re worse than lost. We have arrived at fanfiction.
This is obvious.
A better way to understand it is to see for yourself.
Okay, thanks, that gives me a bit more to work with, but I’m still quite confused.
Your original reply to my personal story was:
And I’m confused because mine was a first-hand story.
I get the ‘it’ is ‘god’. I never saw anything strange. My point was my pain was used when I was a toddler by priests to justify the stories of saints, especially their pain and sacrifice. How exactly is that a second-hand story? How is that something that can be dismissed as metaphor? How does that relate to language? It’s a direct, literal and personal experience in the Christian church. Full stop. You don’t have to like it, but it’s a real thing that happened. And no matter how it hurts your feelings, I am not alone.
This is not fan fiction. It’s real. I don’t care if you believe it. I honestly couldn’t care less about your beliefs in general. I’m just sharing my experiences because it helps me to talk about it. Your opinions about me don’t matter to me at all. I’m only engaging with you because I feel bad when people believe the lies told by the church, and I care about other people. If you’re going to be a dick about it and dig in your heels, I’ll stop being interested in talking to you.
I’m sorry you seem to feel that way, and you should probably stop trying to engage atheists until you can open your mind a bit.
I did not refer to your “personal story” as fiction. I referred to your “story of god” as fiction.
But you know this.
Again with the game.
Christ, there’s no game. You misunderstand one thing I said and immediately jump to me playing games – which I must be honest, only shows you have a tendency to read a fictional and paranoid layer into everything you hear.
I have no such layer. I say exactly what I mean, sometimes to a fault.
I say this with a true concern for your well-being and absolutely nothing beyond that: have you sought professional help? I strongly think you should. Most people don’t immediately think strangers have ulterior motives as strongly as you do. That’s just not normal, and there are a few mental issues that is a strong indicator of. Given our very limited conversation, you jumping repeatedly to that assumption is not usual.
I’m happy to continue our conversation, but maybe we should talk about something else that has nothing to do with religion, since that topic seems to be too emotionally fraught for you. Maybe we can chat about your favourite tv show instead? I’m really into Star Trek: Lower Decks right now. I also like Resident Alien, and the live-action One Piece on Netflix. What do you think?
When you pretend to misunderstand me twice, that’s pretty gamey.
I’m not pretending. If you think I misunderstood you, perhaps I did.
I’ll keep saying this until you understand me: There. Is. No. Game.
Good lord, I have much better things to think about. Everyone does. Stop thinking the world revolves around you, and please, for the love of Pete, stop thinking anyone has the mental bandwidth to think about playing games when we’re all just trying to figure out how to live our lives.
Are you constantly playing games, or are you just trying to get through every day?
The red pill idiots are lying to you. I don’t know how to get this across to you, but you’re not important enough for people to be playing games with you. We’re all trying to figure ourselves out. Think about it for five fucking minutes.
What’s your favourite serial show right now? I’m on the fence between Lower Decks and One Piece.
I need to see this Lower Decks.
Mm, it’s the alternating of claims of innocence with accusations that really sells it.
Forget it.
I am also very confused at what your point is. Like, they mentioned that bible stories were indeed second hand, if not more.
If you mean their childhood story, that was first hand.
If you are referring to priests delivering an incorrect interpretation of the Bible, it’s implied they grew up in a religious environment and read the Bible, couldn’t find the answers they wanted, and thus sought the help of religious experts.
So what are you actually talking about? What isn’t answered here?
Forget it