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Monday, October 25, 2004


Jared's Theory of Relativity

Maturity.

I've been dwelling on this 'concept' for some time, turning it over in my head. Little kids want to be mature. Drink beer, have sex, or even something so mundane as ride in the front seat. So, as I was thinking about it, it made more sense to me that this was the opposite of maturity.

To me, maturity is more learning to be immature rather than not be. And, I realize, immature is a word commonly used by immature people to describe people around them that they percieve are acting so; the opposite in this case.

This also falls into trying to be perfect. When you try to be perfect, nothing is fun. If you try to be a stereotype, you become just that, whether you wanted to or not. You'll be strangely aware that you're acting. I know the feeling, as it's happened to me (though not often, I assure you ^^;).

My 'theory' of imperfect perfection comes into play with Guidance a class I had last year. There were all these principles introduced to us that were meant to make us more productive: paradigm shifts, sharpen the saw, synergy, etc. It occured to me that although these did make sense, what kind of person would put these things into use on a daily basis? Who would enthusiastically bind themselves to these principles? No one fun, I'd think.

Before I go on, I first want to say that I greatly dislike talking about religion. It's a very sensetive subject, and breaks friendships incredibly easily. I've had a few intelligent discussions with my older brother, and one or two on Otakuboards, but that's about it.

I wouldn't consider myself to be a very religious person, nor would I consider myself to necessarily be Christian, though I do attend a Protestant church, mostly without complaint. I generally like the church services, whether to percieve them as literature or as truth; sometimes it's difficult for me to decide. Actually, it's always difficult to decide.

I don't know whether there is a diety(s) or not, and to tell you the truth, there's no way anyone can really prove or disprove it. A religious man could tell a purely scientific man about religion. The scientific man's rebuttle could consist of disproving facts. The religious man, however, can always either call such 'facts' deceptions of some malevolent spirit, or could simply say that a diety caused said events to occur scientifically.

During the summer,when I was volunteering (more like slave-labor -_-), a friend approached me and said:

"I don't know what to believe, the scientists that say the world was created with the Big Bang, or the church that says God created the earth in seven days."

I replied, "You could always take the middle road and believe that God caused the Big Bang."(Not the exact words, but something along those lines)

My friend seemed decently content with my answer, and walked away. I didn't word anything in a way that would persuade him to that train of thought; I'm not even sure the 'middle road' is what I believe. I was simply giving him a third option.

So, is it mature to talk about religion? I suppose, if it's done civilly and with an open mind. To finish of this segment of my 'theory', or whatever you'd like to call it, I'll quote my social studies teacher for this year (he said this when we were learning about the desire for religious freedom during the Colonial period of American history):

"If I wanted to, I could bring in a head of lettuce and worship it."

He obviously couldn't bring in a head of lettuce and perform a religious ritual in a public building, but you get the idea.

Obviously my 'theory' has made some sense if you're still reading. That, or you just want more material to flame me with.

Whatever, I wrote this up in favor of doing my Spanish homework. Would you call that immature? I don't know. Expressing myself in this way seems more important than doing '25 Flashcards on Latin American Food'.

(I'm actually still doing it, so don't think this has denied me the wonderful experience of drawing little tortillas and labeling them on the back of an index card. XD)

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