Is it all really black and white?
May. 3rd, 2004 09:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fredericksAs 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.
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.
