I like being angry, thanks
I asked a friend of mine a few days ago if she felt I had changed in the past 5 years of knowing me. She replied by saying she felt I was a lot less angry than I was before. I suppose that’s true (to be fair, back then I wasn’t really getting laid much), but I would actually argue in a lot of ways, I’m actually a lot more frustrated than I ever was. The reason is I’ve put myself in a position to get angry over something on an almost daily basis by becoming “The Good Atheist”. According to some of my fellow godless bloggers, this is something we have to get past. As for me, I’m not so sure that’s actually a good idea.
Look, we can all agree in a perfect world we should all be getting along and singing that Coke song together, but we don’t live in a peachy, gum-drop land where total peace of mind and tranquility are yet feasible. What are we to do with the systematic cover-up of child abuse, or of the murder of apostates? How am I supposed to feel when a father murders his raped daughter for his family honor, or when a group of young girls get acid thrown in their faces for trying to get an education?
I think the key here is to know WHERE to direct your anger and resentment over the twisted and evil shit that happens in the name of religion. Yeah, taking out your frustration on that religious chick from work might not be the best idea, but who seriously believes we’re going to get anywhere by smiling, playing nice, and pretending nothing is wrong? Sorry, that’s not the way I roll. If you want the blissful haze of peace and tranquility, try drugs; in the meantime, I’ll keep fuming and calling out people on their shit. It’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it!