youth gathering

The catholic youth is gathering in Madrid these days. I happened to see an interview on tv with a couple of German participants and couldn’t help noticing, that the interviewed specimen were not of the attractive sort. So I thought, religion might be a resort for those who don’t belong to the cool gang in school. But as I googled for some pictures to make this point, I was surprised to find mostly pictures of young people who are not so much aesthetically disadvantaged but seem to be more of the quiet, shy variation. Still pretty, though. So, my question is still not solved. What makes young people today stick with religion at an age, when they should be revolting against (if they were born into it, which most of us are) and questioning the religious stories one is dished, when a child. Peer pressure, maybe? The hope to find a sexual partner among those you happen to know? Must be, as there is no other reason I can fathom. But what’s the point, as they are not allowed to shag untill married? Might as well get married at home first. Don’t get me wrong, Madrid is a lovely place, but going there just for a kiss and a cuddle?

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2 thoughts on “youth gathering

  1. hmm interesting
    maybe they are plotting masterminds of deception, having realised the practised faith as some kind of greencard or preferred “given” when seeking employment or access to recession proof institutions, in the case of Germany w/ a fully paid/funded recruiting scheme should they choose a vacation as priest đŸ˜‰ or work in some of the largely state sponsored & heavily subsidized medical & daycare centres / retirement homes that are still being sold to the public as being tightly knit/connected to specific persuasions / chapters / congregations of churches all allowed to turn down & refuse “clients/procedures/treatments” on a faithbased argument alone (e.g. no morning after pill 4 rape victims, abortions, psychological counsel substituted w/ confessions w/ a priest).

    one might just as well ride a dead horse argueing that given certain dispositions & experiences in a harsh outside world that offers an iota of stability in a semi funtioning highly doctrinized faith is security & shelter enough to fool or convince some of them.

    the great prokrastinator talks of shame & fear, born out of lack of understanding & feedback. it sure is easy to hate & fear esp as a teen if you dont care for getting to know/learn about first hand, differences/concepts/systems of faith w/o innuendo or the implied superiority of your own faith over thaT OF other groups. they do seem to equally abhore the faceless faithless – neither understanding or wanting to understand them, sure enough toiling on their behalf earns you extra points w/ tptb ^^ a convert may earn you a barebackride w/ a saint of your choosing/congregation— now i m just being bitter.

    perfunctory bliss, still not running to Zeus when Carmen doesnt want to give me the time of day—

    best to get lost in the great procrastinator once again đŸ˜‰

    “Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
    The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
    Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
    And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
    No more; and by a sleep to say we end
    The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
    That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
    Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
    To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
    For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
    Must give us pause: there’s the respect
    That makes calamity of so long life;
    For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
    The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
    The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
    The insolence of office and the spurns
    That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
    When he himself might his quietus make
    With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
    To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
    But that the dread of something after death,
    The undiscover’d country from whose bourn
    No traveller returns, puzzles the will
    And makes us rather bear those ills we have
    Than fly to others that we know not of?
    Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
    And thus the native hue of resolution
    Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
    And enterprises of great pith and moment
    With this regard their currents turn awry,
    And lose the name of action”

    ^^ easy cop out? maybe, let them believe in what ever they want to, i dont hold a grudge for past crimes but sure enough fear their willingness to derail, their panic & fear presented in a somewhat seemingly calm manner, a red flag. not my cup o tea…

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    1. neither it is mine (cup o’ tea, Tetley’s I prefer, btw). I honestly came to the conclusion that ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. Otherwise I’d have done away with my sorry self a long time ago. And just as well I didn’t. So I found out about the big lie religion is, the self-deception. Just take the pain along with the good stuff. As this is all there is. And that the dread of something after death,
      the undiscover’d country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of is the entire sense that lies within life. So I’ll just stick around for a while. Hope, you’ll, too.

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