Is it all really black and white?

As I was putting on my usual black workshoes yesterday? I think it was yesterday, dad asked "You're not putting on those shoes with the holes in them, are you?" I rolled my eyes, tightened my laces, and said "No, these don't have holes in them". Today it's been raining non-stop, and while heading back home I realized that my left food was way more moist than normal. I find it highly amusing that my father knew my shoes were holey before I did.

Typical day at Le Shack. Quiet. Quieter, since one of my co-workers left. He was good with the joke-cracking, and that's a necessity sometimes. The other worker that I tend to have a ball with, we started talking about ? I don't know what our conversation started about, but we ended up on religion. He's convinced that the problem with our society is that we don't believe that things are black and white, that looking for a middle ground in everything has led us astray. I would think he means away from God.

He's the one that brought up homosexuality, because I was too tired to broach it by that point (or rather I knew what he was going to say about it because I've heard it many times from people with the same beliefs as him). He said it was wrong because God did not make man to lay with man, something about the anatomy of man being made so that he could "be", physically *be*, with a woman. And vice versa, of course. He then called homosexuality a lifestyle choice. There was more, but to rehash our whole conversation would be too taxing on my part at the moment (not because it was necessarily painful for me, but because I'm pretty pooped and LJ entries are draining). I called him on his thinking of any aspect of the GLBT life to be a choice, and asked him if he woke up tomorrow could he chose to forgoe women and be intimate with a man. He quickly responded "Hell no", I pursed my lips and restrained myself from saying much more. I knew it wasn't an argument breaker, but it was obvious by that point that while we were being civil to each other during our discussion I couldn't get him to see my point of view (and, yes, I *could* see his: I was a Bible-toting Catholic until a number of years ago). When you believe you're right, everyone else is wrong, and because you're right you're going to heaven, you're often not willing to bend or change your mind.

My brain hurts

I like to say that there isn't enough time in the day. But that's a lie at the moment. There is enough time in the day, but I waste way too much of it. I've found myself more and more exhausted after coming in from work every night, and so I spent the evening catching up on whatever randomness I'd usually enjoy indulging during the day, and most of the time that's one television program or another. I like it more when there aren't people running up and down making noise, so most of my activity is kept until after 10. I fall asleep at some ungodly hour, and wake up in time to get ready for work and begin it all again.

I have this wasteful habit of picking up the Sunday Times and never reading it. I get guilted into it. I've inevitably been reading the pulpy yet fascinating Post all week, and picking up the intimidatingly large (and intimidatingly expensive) Times is a way to atone for that. But for three Sundays I've done this and for three weeks I have yet to read anything in the huge bundle but the New York Times Magazine. I do that a lot, pick up stuff that seems interesting but never get around to reading/watching/listening to them. I think my brain's going to atrophy from all the junk I've been feeding it, all to avoid serious thinking.

Heh. I really should be sleeping.