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A part of me is annoyed even considering to write about that topic, it feels irksome to be confronted with a feeling of “need to” but that’s what I do feel, I feel that I have to clarify why I don’t believe in any god.

I could start with the obvious; basically every science known to (hu)man denies its existence for a lot of extraordinary good reasons. Would be a good point, wouldn’t it? Well ye..no. Because religious people don’t believe in science – at least not when it denies their gods. So as awesome it would be to quote various excellent scientists, great experiements and wonderfull books it would only make the mouths of atheists smiling but leave the theists eyerolling and x-clicking.

So what about the fact I was brought up atheistic. My mother was baptizises (lutheran) but never went to church and dropped out when she was old enough to do so, my dad never came in touch with religion. Non of my relatives are religious, though some were members of a church centuries ago but never believed. I grew up the first 5 years of my life in east germany, a communistic regime was ruling and propragandising atheism, after the Berlin Wall was removed we had access to western sources resulting in my primary school offering “free and voluntary religion lessons”. Nobody took them. Berlin is listed the least religious (meaning christian here, in the last years the number of moslems grew rapidly) part of Germany. In my ongoing schooltime I was confronted more and more with religion through classmates from various countries having various religious backgrounds. When I was 7 years old, I asked “Santa” (which I never believed in either) for a book about world religions. I got one and I read it various times, I was more than fascinated. When I was about 13 I decided that judaism is very interesting and I started to research basically everything about it. I read translations of the Torah that were available in the internet, I chatted to a professor for judaic studies in Haifa, Israel, I checked on universities offering judaic studies in Germany and I started learning the ivrith alphabet. And then I told people. Everybody was asking me if I will “become a jew” now, I said I wasn’t sure, though I actually had know that the answer was no. I was fascinated with the culture, the traditions, the language, synagoges, Rabbis, the wall in Jerusalem but I never thought that I wanted to “become a jew”. Jews believe they are the chosen folk, chosen by god. How come you can become a part of this already chosen folk then? The normal way to become a jew is to have a jewish mother. Makes sense. But you CAN join the club through counselling with a Rabbi and proving that you worth it too. Why? How? Did god left some free tickets somewhere?

I didn’t study judaism.

So was my upbringing responsible for my denial of god(s)? If so, do I deny the general idea of god or just the for Germany specific religion, Christanity?

Well I don’t like Christanity. Mainly, because it is around me so much. If I’d have grown up in India, being raised by the same parents with the same ideas about religion, would I mainly dislike Hinduism? Would I walk to Calcutta watching women in colorful Saris and go “oh c’mon!” and roll my eyes? I don’t know but I have a feeling I would still be atheistic but more accepting.

I do believe so because a major point of my growing dislike of Christanity is its easy-goingness. Talk to a moslem and he will defend the Koran loudly, talk to Shintoist and he will not give up his temple visits just because you tell him to…and now talk to a western christian, if roman-catholic, baptist, lutheran does not matter. Realize something? Yep, they are making “compromises” to adjust their religion into their everyday life, they might skip a church service if the airplane is 15% cheaper to see this relative in X, they either not or only sometimes, hiding then, pray before eating (maybe I’m blind but I enver saw someone praying in McDonalds), they will go to confess their sins, knowing they did them, to hear from someone else that god will forgive them if…, they ignore the 7 deadly sins because they are outdated… the list is ongoing. So basically, I don’t like modern christians because they are not willing to sacrifice for what they claim to believe in (they change a whole “god-given” testimony and replaced it with a “new” one, for gods sake).  I don’t want to say other religions don’t do that but since I was born in a christian country, it stands out most for me.

I think a big reason why I can’t agree with ANY religion is the almost natural ignorance and intolerance that comes with them. I’m not talking about denying the evolution theory here (even though I would have to say a lot of thing to that one too), I’m talking about the ability of religious people to think they are better then others. For every religious person, his religion is most relevant. Other religions are wrong. But at least they believe in something. The worst are those nasty atheists. They are wronger.

If you ask (just because I know more of them) a christian what he thinks about atheists, he will tell you something about tolerance and that it he doesn’t care but the possiblity that in the very same sentence the “god loves everyone” comes up is high, very very high. If you are an annoying little bugger like I am and question them more and more and come up with the ultimative question, you might get some angry reactions. The ultimative question? It is the following:

If I believe and be good, I will come to heaven.

If I believe but be bad, I will come to hell.

If I DON’T believe at all but am a good person…….I will come to hell.

Right?

You will be surprised about the faces you’ll get.

The other thing is the arrogance. Religious people believe they have rights superior to non-believers. If a muslim father demands that his daughter wears a headscarf to school, even though the school has a clear Anti-Mummery Police, a conference will be called in and the school will eventually obey to not get in trouble. If dancing is part of the PE class but the mormon boy gets told by his parents dancing is evil, the PE teacher must take him out of class without consequences. If a orthodox jew denies blood transfering due to his religious beliefs, doctors must let him die. Etc. Etc.

Religious people also tend to ignore their own rules. Religious people will always expect respect to their beliefs and ways. Fine. But would they do that in return? I don’t think so folks.

If I visit a greek-orthodox church, I wear a overknee length skirt. If I visit a synagoge (and I’m male) I’ll cover my head with a Kippa. If I visit a moschee, I wear my hair closed and my shoulders and legs covered, if I visit a buddihstic temple I won’t make fun of Buddhas big belly.

My future MIL is a believing lutheran. When I see her, I try not to make comments about pre-marriage sex, I try not to swear with religious insults, I won’t diss Jesus or make fun about the whole immaculate conception thing. I will try to behave and be respectful to something that I dislike and disagree with.

But she doesn’t do the same in reversion. Nor does any other religious person who is really into the whole religion-idea. They will tell me that they “prayed for me” when I was sick, something that I detest enormously. The idea that someone “prays” doesn’t make me feel better at all, I don’t believe in god, it means nothing to me, how glad would I have been if that person, if he really cares so much, would have called me in the hospital or sent me a nice card, I would have been very happy about a hug and a “glad you feeling better!” greeting but no, these people pray to their god about it. They pray because that means they don’t have to REALLY care, they can load their guilt upon this guy who they know doesn’t exist for the atheist. I felt offended when I heard I was prayed for while staying in a hospital not long ago. Praying for an atheist is a selfish and actually rude thing to do.

Of course those are not absolutely obvious signs of ignorance, lets be fair and assume they meant no harm and actually never thought about this fact.

But what’s with the obvious ignorance? Comments like: “you just need to have faith” or “that’s a sin” or my favorite, quotations of the bible, are ignorant uses of cynicism, ignoring the fact that interlocutor doesn’t agree with terms like faith, sin and quotes from an irrelevant book. If I invite someone to my home, I don’t want to listen to tiring moralisers that disrespect my views, I don’t want to get cheesy guardian angel figures for christmas that “shall protect me through rough times” and I don’t want to get a withering glare because I use “damn it!” randomly. That is all disrespectful towards my opnions and views and I don’t understand why it is ok to accuse someone to be blasphemic but not normal to expect respect for atheistic views.

That reminds me that I must write about the unfair fact that calling someone a fatty is an insult but calling someone a skelleton isn’t.

Anyway. The main reason why I am an atheist is not the scienctificly illogicalness that a (reputed) omnipotent, omnipresent, is not proofable, it is mainly that I can’t stand the ignorance and arrogance of “believers”.

On another note, the whole idea of, if you believe its followers, flawless thing making so SO many mistakes is just ridiculous. God made humans? And the earth? Why does he overproduce us then, why does he allow airpollution, couldn’t he put a bit more brain into us if he is so very clever?

So god apparently has no gender. How come he is always a man then? What is the great about mary not having sex but getting forced to bear a child? What is the point in the whole Eve ate an apple and now everybody has to suffer during birth thing? I thought Jesus died for our sins, why didn’t he die for Eve’s sin? And why are we still doing sins then? Why is eating a lot a deadly sin? Why don’t we drop dead on the spot when we do deadly sins? What’s with the whole pope thingy? And the idea of kings and queens being positioned into their roles by god?

And most importantly: Why do christians wear the weapon that killed Jesus around their necks and not Jesus himself? Or a heart maybe? What about a lamb or a dove?

If Jesus would finally appear again, and he would die AGAIN for “our” sins, this time, killed by a Kalaschnikow, would people wear a Kalaschnikow around their necks?

I could go on but I will save that for Part II.

So here it is. The desicion. In exactly two weeks, I’ll be on my way to Down Under. Yep.

I got my Work & Travel Visa sometime ago but wasn’t sure when I will actually use it, yesterday I booked the ticket.

The flight will again be a bit over 30 hours and various time zones (Jet lag alarm!). I will start in Berlin, Germany, go to London, UK, farther to Lapangan Terbang Changi Singapura (Changi Airport), Singapore and then finally go to Australia, stopping in Sydney and taking a small inland flight to Adelaide. Friggin long way but hey, I did it before, I can do it again.

I’ll have a 4 hours delay in London, so this time, I’ll check out this cool japanese place that serves RAMEN! I adore Ramen. I’ll take three different currencies with me – £ for the London stay, € for surviving the rest stay in Germany (and to change in Aussieland in case I go short in money) and AU$ of course. It isn’t that easy to figure out which amount of money to change without wasting on changing fees. But my parents will give me some € (I had B-day not long ago and the gift of them was to give me money for Australia if I need it), my friend Adam will help me with the £ (he’s british, he has a better idea of the value and the need) and the aussie dollars are still mystery to me so my boyfriend has to handle that :P

Anyways! It’s freaky to think that soon I’ll celebrate Christmas in T-Shirt and thongs. Boy. So Aussielanders, beware!

A friend gave me that book for my birthday. It had a dragon on it. Well, I read a lot of dragon stories in my life and expected some other random cliché packed fanatsy novel. But oh, it actually was different!

The Temeraire-Series of Novik includes five books so far, it plays in the napoleonic times, is packed with true facts, a lot of awesome military scenes and dragons. A History-Fanatsy cross that is very well written and introduces characters that grow on you so fast, you want to waste all your money on it.

Thanks Naomi for writing such excellent literature!

First of, in case anybody is actually ever reading this Blog – if you are a mother of 10, a loving grandparent, work in the kidsstation of the nearby hospital and see the “wonders of life” day in day out – well glad you like it; I don’t.

  • I’d be a horrid mother. I can’t hold my OWN space clean, if I find cookies, I want them FOR MYSELF! I’m already disgusted when cleaning my cat’s toilet…
  • Too expensive. WAY too expensive! 150.000 € until 18, studying and personal living costs not included. Are you kitting me?
  • If I start a regular job, I will hardly have freetime anyway, the few time I will have I want to selfishly spend with my boyfriend only.
  • I already have two cats that couldn’t care less if I exist or not, as long as I feed them. (But hey, they don’t want the newest Wii-game and if they get pregnant in their teens, I can simply give the kittens away…what I wouldn’t do because I think cats are adorable, different than kids.)
  • I don’t see any parents, especially not young parents, that look happy. They have black circles under their eyes, gain weight rapidly, cut back on hairstylist dates and makeup and “just love to stay home”.
  • There seems nothing pleasant about pregnancy. I plan to stay thin forever. I didn’t do 12 years of hardcore sports to get stretch marks and weird saggy skin either! And I’m not a masochist, if I want unbearable pains, I just wait for my monthly visitor…that bitch.
  • I travelled to Australia, Ireland, England, France, Italy, Greece, Turkey, Austria, the Netherlands, Switzerland, Egypt, Poland and other places – and I plan to continue so. Very much impossible with children.
  • I want to study sometimes and I want a fulltime job if possible, I want to sleep in on weekends and be a member of various sportclubs. I want to spend regulary time with my boyfriend and friends and if I feel like a cheeseburger at 4 am, I want to be able to get up, jump in the car and get one.
  • Sorry but I want to have sex where and when ever I feel like.
  • When my sister got her first child, she was crying on the phone a lot. She even considered giving it free for adoption. She has two now. Whatever…
  • We are already overpopulated and our resourcces start to end. The only world-healthy choice would be adoption.
  • I have friends without children and people I know with children. Realized that I said “people I know” and not friends? Well that’s because the people I know never have time, you must schedule with them in a ridicolous manner and if you manage to hang out, it is something ‘exciting” like having tea because they are exausted – of life. And you can be quite sure they will talk ON END about how little Lucas just said mummy or how Laura is ill so much or how high the kindergarten-fees became, if I have any idea what to give little bugger Josephine for her coming to school, how she and him didn’t have sex for 7 monthes, and the car is ugly but sooo big to carry them all! Delightful!
  • Editor Todd Seavey, 36, said a loverly sentence about this topic that I can only underline and honor to an unhealthy extend:

[...] more likely to convert to Christianity or communism than have children [...]

^ enough said. (and if someone knows me, he knows that me becoming a christian is as likely as the pope performing in a gay porn.)

  • I couldn’t care less about spreading my genes. I also don’t care if my name remains. I don’t feel less woman just because childbearing is not an option for me.
  • If I see a baby, I rather freak out than being amazed. They are kind of alienlike…
  • And the final, most important reason why I don’t want kids: I don’t like them! (I would go as far as to say I hate them but then I get bashed. Ha.)

And just for the records, how come people tell me CONSTANTLY I would be too young to know if I don’t want children, but I am old enough to want them. Double-moral much?

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EDIT: After telling my amazing boyfriend about this topic, he wrote an exceptionally great post himself:

Your Selfish Gene

So, you, an average parent or prospective parent, believe that I am selfish because I choose not to have children? That perspective is as common as it is idiotic. Here are a few reasons why it is in fact you who are selfish.

  • You do not have children out of obligation to society
    In the modern, western world nobody has children for the benefit of their country – it’s not required. You have children because of your biological urges. Because of your selfish gene. The gene that is there because if it wasn’t then you wouldn’t be here today. You give in to this selfishness and allow it to survive. If it didn’t, nobody would be around to care anyway.
  • You are overpopulating the world
    The world is already overpopulated. Ignoring this, you give into your selfish urges and continue to add to overflowing stockpile of human beings on this poor planet.
  • You are turning your backs on starving and parentless children
    The next time you think about bringing another child into this world, I wish I could be there to hold in front of you a lonely child, crying in agony and see how easy it is for you to make the selfish decision to ignore it and go make your own instead. Adoption, fostering and sponsorship helps give us a more equal and fair world as well as not overpopulating the planet.
  • You make those around you miserable
    You have no time for your other family and friends and even when you do it’s all baby discussion which many people don’t care about. You bring your child into public places where the rest of us have to put up with the noises, smell and having to give you special consideration because of that thing in your arms or holding your hands.
  • You are a drain on society
    Many people can’t afford to have kids but they do anyway. If you have a low household income the goverment pays you to stay home and have kids. My taxes pay for you to have kids – my hard earnt dollars. Not only this but because of your lack of mental stimulation and needing to communicate with less intelligent lifeforms (kids), you become dumber. You probably don’t have time to study or keep up with the happenings of the world.
  • You think we should all accomodate you
    Perhaps because of your newfound stupidity, you think that having to do less parenting is more important than the freedoms of the rest of us. You want everything on TV, the Internet and in public censored so you don’t have to look after your children and take care of what they see or hear. You want certain products and services made unavailable to people because you don’t want to teach them about life, morals and how to deal with new and different situations in life.

Have children if you wish, but don’t call me selfish purely out of bitterness because I have chosen to have the freedom to enjoy my life.

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I just love him.

I stopped posting daily nearly after starting the project, because it won’t work as I hoped. I’m in a state of despair, torn between the project and my current situation.

I have a valid Work & Travel Visa for Australia. I could go everyday if I wanted to. And I want – somehow.

I have no work in Australia, no perspective to do any kind of schooling, no friends, no family. But I have my boyfriend there and his generosity to pay for every single aspect of my life. I should be so happy. I would come into a made home, a real house, my own bed, my own computer, a warm athmosphere since I know his family and his brother will live with us, food everyday and love.

But it makes me as happy as it makes me sad.

I’m 23 now, I have no finished education. I left school after grade 12 (we have to do 13 years in the state I live in), I didn’t start a jobtraining, I also didn’t do any part-time jobs, I can’t study due to my lack of basic education and I possess no financial reserves at all. I would go and lay my life in my boyfriend’s hands, just like women in long forgotten days did.

Not that I have much more in Germany. I live of the goodwill of my parents, I spend my days reading and googeling, I hardly go out and I don’t buy anything really, ever.

But there is one difference – here I have some few friends and my cats. It sounds like something to be ashamed of, to be so connected to cats, just like those old sad ladies in parks that have 5 cats at home and feed pigeons to distract themselves. But have I really that less in common with them? No I have everything in common with this forsaken, lonely creatures apart from my age. Oh, the selfpity. I have a life ahead of me, they say. I just have to go out and take risks and chances, they say. But they say so much and so little seems possible to me. I might be one of that selfpitying, stupid just-out-of-teenagehood people who never learned to fight and have the big L written upon they foreheads; very well I can accept that but I can’t accept my own unability to change. Why is it that I can’t just be happy about my unespected luck to find such a fine man, one that adores me (and I adore him, no doubt about that) and wants to give me shelter and a careless life for nothing but my love and loyalty, why is it that I can’t appreciate that like I should?

Selfanalyzing me, I say it’s haughtiness. I am arrogant enough to think I earn to live a different life than the ordinary people. Even now that I re-read that very sentence I see it, “the ordinary people” – what makes me think I’m not one of them? It is hard to judge myself in that way, so many did before and following my sign of the zodiac, I did fight like a lion against their judgement. Again, just haughtiness, false pride. I should be thankful, if it wouldn’t be horribly out-of-date, I should bow to some people for their patience with me and the tribulation I caused them. But even if it was still the manner to do such things, I would be too proud to. Will I never learn…

I managed to basically nonperform in any of my former goals, TCDP discontinued without any stopping from my part and now I pay the consequences. I ate bad, I did little sports, my room is littered with rubbish, I was rude to one of my friends and I wasn’t all as loving to my boyfriend as I wished to be. Things are really fucked up.

But what to do? I must continue to try and change, I have to find a direction in life and I must, really really must decide who I will dare to disappoint.

Of to a new shore! Aliena vitia in oculis habemus, a tergo nostra.

(trans. Another’s faults are before our eyes; our own are behind us.

~ Seneca)

I love pasta. That said, I can tell you the epic story of my lunch today!

I actually planned on having some italian tomatoes marinated with garlic, olive oil and herbs on crisp bread but I ended up using that fabulously expensive package of pasta di semola di grano duro (for those not fluent in italian as yours truly; semola = wheat flour; grano duro = durum wheat – so basically, macaroni made of wheat) and created a creamy sauce to it. The cooking process went smoothly and just like magic, me not thinking of a basic recipe and just adding whatever the coldest place in my creators’ kitchen allowed me to. I set up a base of strained tomatoes along with a brut redwine, some lactose-free milk, a glove of garlic heartlessly minced and various herbs of all those lands more southern to my own. I cooked all this with sparkling, clear water for quite a while and poured it gracefully over the then-cooked pasta. I gazed several minutes onto this fantastic new colourscheme; the sun reflected delicatly on the golden carbohydrate filled feast for the eyes, I was thrilled! Finally, I regained my composure and did what had to be done. I got my hands on a block of mild gouda, young and reasonable in size – and destroyed it by grating it with no mercy.

Cooking is, when one sits and think about it, a nasty business. You go on a field that the ones of your kind planted and displant what grew there, you take it home, throw it in a pot and cook out whatever good and alive was in it, then you eat it. If you don’t, you die and become part of the field you planted what have kept you alive. Oh, oh the irony.

But let us leave that dark thought and come back to the carefree process of food-preperation. (Food-intake on the other hand, creates much more sorrow. If one only knows about those paradox things called calories, which are actually the measurement of energy of what you eat and still the cause of many a malady.)
I finished the grating procedure by now, covered the steaming pasta with a thin layer of fine cheese and top everything with some fresh picked basil.

I didn’t try the sauce during the whole session and was pleased to find it basically perfect. Not too creamy, so I could eat too much of it easily, not too tomato-y, because if I wanted highly tomato-y sauces, I could buy a precooked dish, not too boring or too spicy or winey – no, just right. I ate 3 plates of it, what is quite impressive if you know that your stomach is not bigger than your fist – and me being a petite person with no hard labour to do. I even have some left, what is awesome because it will do perfectly as a sidedish to my lunchplan for tomorrow = baked pumpkin with a mediterranean dip.

Enough I say! Too much foodtalk leads to obesity and I certainly don’t want to be a reason for any extra-pounds on your hips, my dearest reader :)

Bene valete!

I’m a big fan of anything relaxing. Of course “relaxing” is a matter of opinion. There are some things I really think would rock (but I doubt I’ll ever buy, because seriously…I’m not THAT rich!)

Eye Mask Auqa Blue from The Body Shop

from top to bottom, beginning on the left:

Youki-Hi Bath Ballistic | King Of Skin Body Butter | Lemony Flutter Cuticle Butter Hand and Body Moisturiser | I Should Coco Soap | Pied De Pepper Foot Cream | Sunny Side Bubble Bar | Heavenly Bodies Buttercream | Almond Butter Cream Buttercream | Lemslip Buttercream | Brazened Honey Face | Ayesha Face | Marilyn Hair Moisturiser | Rehab Liquid Shampoo | The Blonde Solid Shampoo

All of this is from www.lush.com, a british cosmetic-shop, selling their natural and fair trade products in 35 countries. It’s far beyond amazing! And if you don’t overshop like I would do if I ever ordered anything, it’s far from expensive too.

And because I LOVE getting massages from my boyfriend…

The Mange Too Massage Bar is flavored and scented with Honey Trap Lip Balm’s vanilla, sweet orange and peppermint essential oil combo. The name was given because you can actually eat it too.

Nutts Massage bar made out of soft organic coconut and cocoa butters. It melts in an instant to coat your fingers with 100% natural massage butters. Nutts is named in honour of the coconut butter we added for extra meltiness.

Wiccy Magic Muscles is spicy and good for sportspeople. The melting bar is very warming on the skin because of the cinnamon leaf, peppermint and secret spice oils – they’ll heat up your muscles and help them recover from a hard exercise session.

All of those loverly massage bars are from lush too.

Enough from Me Wants! today :)

Ok guys, I’m obviously a fail for not posting daily. I apologize.

Yesterday was a very random day. I didn’t do much of what I wanted mainly because it’s weekend and since I’m still living in hotel mama, weekends mean no privacy and therefore nothing to look forward to for me. I bought all that excellent food and still wasn’t able to cook anything with it because by 2 pm on fridays my life changes from normal to “family”. I do hate weekends.

The only thing I was able to do is not making a new mess in my room. Yay for me…not. Tomorrow it’ll be still weekend, what means more bad food, more room-invading by the breeders (and for that reason no sports), music-making restrictions and stress.

Apart from that: my best friend Adam is in England, Lissi is busy with her uni stuff, my trip to Frank’s failed (thanks DeutscheBahn!) and I can’t get myself to book the damn planeticket to Australia because I can’t leave my cat…(yeah I have no life).

So does anyone know how to cheer yourself up when life’s shit?

I don’t really have to explain who Rembrandt was but for the people asking: Rembrandt was probably the most important dutch painter of the 17th century. I love him for his portraits who are different from any other painter of his time. He was able to catch someones personality, especially in his later years. My favorite painting of him is Philosopher In Meditation.

(click on the picture to see it in more detail)

Without atmosphere a painting is nothing.

~ Rembrandt

On day 2 (posting on day 3 but only because it’s middle of the night), I managed to clean more and do voicetraining.

I failed doing sports and eating well, actually I hardly ate, but I had a smoothie of red currant berries, fruityoghurt & apple juice.

I hope day 3 works a bit better but hey, I did two things out of four, not bad, right? : )

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