Reading Week

So it's reading week. Actually, it's the end of reading week. It's been kind of a random week. Reading week always starts out with family day. Family day. I have spent an ungodly amount of time with family this week and have come to realize something: I can't stand to spend more than a couple of hours with them. A month. This is Shaun's family. Sometimes I can handle it, but right now I can't. I don't want to get into any details, but I just can't hack it. My mom and I have been getting along well, I even taught her how to send e-mail and post on message boards. For those who have never met my mother she's... well in a word she's... cute. She's probably one of the few people on the planet older than 5 who can be legitimately described as cute. But I digress. I have been reflecting on something that I read on Jacelyn's blog about what she's looking for in a partner. She's taken it down, so you'll all have to trust me on this. What if the guy has all the right stuff and the family all the wrong stuff? Now I know it's supposed to be like this, the great American romantic comedy tells us so but what if I don't want MY life to be a romantic comedy? Can't I just leave that up to Jennifer Aniston?

I have also been reflecting on spirituality (something else I read on Jacelyn's blog) and I have come to this conclusion: I just don't get it. A true positivist ladies and gentlemen. I can't put my faith into something that isn't tangible. Hell, I can barely put faith into myself. And I went to Catholic school for six years, I've been told that God is everywhere that He lives inside me and that I am one of his children. But I never believed. I was raised a Buddhist and while I enjoy the "middle-path" lifestyle His teachings offer, I'm not a practising Buddhist. I don't find any salvation or sanctuary or anything from spirituality. Maybe I just wasn't built that way. Maybe I'm like my dad. I think the man was every religion he could possibly be before he was atheist. But he didn't really give anything a fair shot. He stopped being Lutheran when they told him dogs don't go to heaven. He stopped being Mormon when he craved coffee. He stopped being Hindu because he loves steak. Maybe I'm mixed up because my fourth grade Catholic school teacher was Jewish. Maybe I'm mixed up because when I was 15 I went to Sunday school with my friend Andrea and we spent the entire hour insulting people and consciously trying to make them feel bad. I think it was supposed to show how persecuted Jesus felt, but it just felt wrong and ridiculous to me.

Anyways, between my overly materialistic in-laws (they totally clash with the middle-path mentality) and my confusion over spirituality its been one hell of a week. And I did no reading. But really, who reads during reading week? (Don't answer that.)