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ObsessiveCynic
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My worldview has been strongly materialist since I left my baptist upbringing at 13. I have been described as the most cynical person people have ever met, and my talent for removing the humanity from a situation has been noted. I’m the person that sees an article about “an improvement in cancer survival rates” and considers the reasons the methodology is flawed. With me the other shoe is always about to drop.
Death terrifies me. The most dreaded moments of my life are the deaths of my parents, followed by the shear terror of knowing I will pass within days. The typical answers of “it will be just like before you were born” and “they probably won’t be lucid” does nothing for me. Seeing my parents health decline (they waited until late 30s to start a family) is a constant reminder. Today my dad experienced excruciating pain from what we assume is a pinched nerve and is probably still trying to sleep in the next room. (I’m guessing you can tell I wasn’t pre-med )
The meaningless terrifies me. I think of all the suffering and triumphs through history, and the idea that it is all dust in the wind deeply bothers me. I am leaning more towards the idea that free will is an illusion, and no amount of quantum mechanics or compatibilism has convinced or soothed me otherwise.
That is a pattern, of receiving no relief. I feel convinced that NDEs are random brain activity, that miracles have physical explanations, prayer is just words, and reincarnation studies are flawed/fabricated. I do not mean to imply that you believe in all these, nor too insult you, just to paint a mind picture.
I am not under the impression that religion, catholicism or otherwise, will cure me. I have seen people battle the dark night of the soul, and endure long periods of desolation. I have also seen the other side of faith. I tried multiple religious groups in college, but only catholicism and eastern orthodoxy had any appeal. Catholicism felt less foreign and there were more catholics around anyway. I went through RCIA twice, but I never got over the whole “god exists” part so I was never baptized. My best friends are Catholic. I don’t discuss these things with them because I feel embarrassed when I cry or am visibly anxious. The priest was one of the most impressive people I ever met. Wickedly intelligent, but he could see right through people’s emotions in a way that freaked me out.
I wish I had a rock to cling to, even if its one I doubt from time to time. I can see the beauty and moments of happiness and deep down I want some of it. I want this direction but my mind fights every step of the way.
If you made it this far, thank you. I want to see if anyone here came to faith with a background like mine, and if there is anything you recommend I do. I will be reading “The Last Superstition” soon as the priest recommended it. I hope I did not offend.
Death terrifies me. The most dreaded moments of my life are the deaths of my parents, followed by the shear terror of knowing I will pass within days. The typical answers of “it will be just like before you were born” and “they probably won’t be lucid” does nothing for me. Seeing my parents health decline (they waited until late 30s to start a family) is a constant reminder. Today my dad experienced excruciating pain from what we assume is a pinched nerve and is probably still trying to sleep in the next room. (I’m guessing you can tell I wasn’t pre-med )
The meaningless terrifies me. I think of all the suffering and triumphs through history, and the idea that it is all dust in the wind deeply bothers me. I am leaning more towards the idea that free will is an illusion, and no amount of quantum mechanics or compatibilism has convinced or soothed me otherwise.
That is a pattern, of receiving no relief. I feel convinced that NDEs are random brain activity, that miracles have physical explanations, prayer is just words, and reincarnation studies are flawed/fabricated. I do not mean to imply that you believe in all these, nor too insult you, just to paint a mind picture.
I am not under the impression that religion, catholicism or otherwise, will cure me. I have seen people battle the dark night of the soul, and endure long periods of desolation. I have also seen the other side of faith. I tried multiple religious groups in college, but only catholicism and eastern orthodoxy had any appeal. Catholicism felt less foreign and there were more catholics around anyway. I went through RCIA twice, but I never got over the whole “god exists” part so I was never baptized. My best friends are Catholic. I don’t discuss these things with them because I feel embarrassed when I cry or am visibly anxious. The priest was one of the most impressive people I ever met. Wickedly intelligent, but he could see right through people’s emotions in a way that freaked me out.
I wish I had a rock to cling to, even if its one I doubt from time to time. I can see the beauty and moments of happiness and deep down I want some of it. I want this direction but my mind fights every step of the way.
If you made it this far, thank you. I want to see if anyone here came to faith with a background like mine, and if there is anything you recommend I do. I will be reading “The Last Superstition” soon as the priest recommended it. I hope I did not offend.