Bulletin Board of Bad Behavior

I'm feeling a little internal conflict tonight stemming from a conversation that I had with my father.
So I'm requesting a little preaching to the choir because I was asked, "Do you ever read your Bible?" which by the way the answer to is yes, I do.
But not the point!!
What makes a person worthy, worth while, worth the air that they breathe, worth the space they take up -- really, what's the point, guys? What's the point in a life?
I'm not suicidal -- this is philosphically speaking.
If there's a top ten for measuring a person -- what is it?

The bible?

What you mean like the Holy Bible?

No wonder you're suicidal.

Try reading something else.
http://www.paxacidus.com/views/Top_Reads/index.html

Yep, whatever the criteria for the list -- the Bible goes right along with you, or at least it could:

"Go, eat your food with gladness, and drink your wine with a joyful heart"

or
"If two lie down together, they will keep warm, but how can one keep warm alone"

or
"A man can do nothing better than to eat and drink and find satisfaction in his work."

or for McCutcheon's taste (Call it the "Fawn Fawn Breasts of Jerusalem"):
"Your lips are like scarlet ribbon your mouth is lovely . . .Your two breasts are like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lilies"

(although personally I never understood that metaphor nor did I like it)

Or for or all the ladies:
"Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth
for your love is more delightful than wine.
Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes;
No wonder the maidens love you! Take me away with you -- let us hurry! Let the king bring me into his chambers."

It's all in how you read THE BOOK. I'm not trying to be irrevrant -- I'm just tired. Okay, I was irrevrant, and it made me laugh, but I didn't intend on laughing.

I am standing firmly behind my theory that the Bible sucks.

I don't like women with breasts like gazelles and I think seven headed dragons are better left in cheesy movies and video games and left out of fundamentalist, fear-provoking, murderous propoganda calling itself the word of God.

I'll take Plato over Saint John any day and Homer over Moses.

But I'll shut up now and you and your dad can read whatever you want. I gotta go to class anyway.

The Sloth is the son of a pedophile preacher man. Can't ya tell.

That explains it. I don't know how to respond without sounding sarcastic. I like to read. To the north of me is Jerry Falwell (pedaphilic preacher man?, o, wait he might sue!)and to the south is, you got it -- Jesse Helmes. If you're going to live near these people it's sort of necessary to know what they're spouting about. BUT I love the South too -- Faulkner, Carson McCullers, Harper Lee, and it doesn't get more southern(American) than the Florida Keys -- adopted home of Papa himself. Also the south is home to Bourbon Street, land of the Bon Bon Breasts.

What's a world without love, and a little irritation?

And the "Fawn Fawn Breasts of Jerusalem" is just funny in this context. I'm glad I read the Bible if for nothing else I can make that joke. Now, I'm off to read my Anais Nin, not on any list!!! -- Sarah

Im sorry Sarah,

I shouldn't be taking my aggressions out on you. You obviously know what to read. I don't know why I'm being such an arse.

Life is good. I've got all my term papers done, and well... party time.

Ooh -- thanks. Have fun partying if you've been writing term papers you deserve to be an arse and to party as well.

By the way, having your own opinions and voicing them doesn't make you an arse in my book -- it makes me want to read what you have to say. By all means continue to be an arse if it means articulating what you think.