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  • Well, personally, my lack of believing in goblins serves my sense of reality. I am extremely sure goblins are made up, so my lack of belief serves my understanding of consistency and coherence of the world.

    You're so close to getting it!

  • Again, do you hold a belief that there are no unicorns? No teapot orbiting Venus? No people with superhero powers? You see how this list could be practically infinite.

    Are you going to hold all those negative beliefs in your head all the time? Worry about them? Live your life based on them?

    Worrying about countless things that have no evidence of existing is a lot of work and pretty impractical. Hence why most non-delusional people with at least some critical thinking skills restrict themselves to only considering things for which there is some evidence.

  • You're an adult who believes in fairy tales and follows the selected writings of people who had no other way of explaining the world. Christianity is hateful, patriarchal, and along with other major organized religions, responsible for most of the pain and suffering in the world.

    Grow up.

  • The leadership get revelations directly from god. In a weird coincidence, many of the revelations (like that black people aren't demons) come at times when societal pressure is overwhelming or they are getting bad press. god apparently has very good timing.

  • I didn't fight for him. I didn't even try. When I called his oncology doctor and left a message, I heard back from a nurse and got no information. And further, the nurse said that the doctor doesn't speak with family of patients and wouldn't be calling me back. I should have taken my rage at that obviously fucked response and done something, whether it be forcing him to talk to me, or finding another oncologist. But I didn't. I just receded into myself and did nothing. Every single day I drove to the hospital over and over again, I'd pull over and cry before I got there. But I was so paralyzed by my fear about what was happening that I didn't turn it into action. I just asked for a nicer chair in the hospital room so I could hang out for hours on end with my dad as he died. He would have done everything in his power to help me, and for some reason I was such a scared little shit that I didn't think to become the caretaker of my dad, who was always my caretaker. He needed me and I failed him.