Saturday, gerbils, lilithattack (aka platypus) and I are going on a field trip to the Creationist museum in our province. Hurrah!! I am totally going to pack some jesus sandwiches (I stuck them in the fridge 3 days ago but they’ve seemed to have gone missing!!!).
Okay..yeah…I woke up 20 minutes ago. You’re not getting better jokes out of me right now.
There are often times in my life where I fix my mind against something…where I draw that line in the sand…only to have the universe eff with me and stuff it in my face in another form. Example:
Yesterday, after lilithattack and I decided that Saturday was indeed creationist museum day (then onto the gopher holes) I went about my business then scuttled off to school.
Later on in the day, I was in spanish class where my instructor, a man who I consider very clever, funny and smart, told us that he didn’t believe in evolution. He was christian and believed the world was created but if, in our compositions on the final, we were to mention evolution (I’m not sure how it will come up…it came up in the example he gave us) he would definitely respect our opinion. Wtf??
Now…this instance hasn’t changed my mind about the debate itself. My position on the topic remains steadfast against creationism or “intelligent design” and I still think those who believe in creationism are confused and stubborn. However…those people that I pictured creationists were…it’s no longer true. I am forced, out of genuine affection and admiration for some individuals, to respect their views. I am puzzled, though. What on earth would make them abandon their senses on this particular subject?