Sunday, April 3, 2011

New Revelations and worries

Today at my aunt and uncle's church I noticed something odd was afoot (eh, "a foot", funny). These sort of things, I tend to notice as things drag along, but it was so obvious it was hard to ignore. Like this one church I went to back in the year 2007, Cazenovia Church. It was a Baptist church located by the creek at Cazenovia. People there were kind, lively. But over the years sitting in the pews felt...strange. This one group of guys that sat behind me kept yelling nonsense during the service. Incomprehensible stuff which....sort of scared me for some reason. It was as if they were possessed. Truly. And then I watch holiday events near the front. Christmas skits, Easter skits, songs, incitations. It was becoming more and more of a cult each day. Everyone smiled at you, nobody looked upset. It unnerved me to the point where I didn't want to go anymore...

My mother was like that. The first time around. It was all smiles, all energy, all joy. At first you feel happy, excited by this new development, but then...

No one can truly know what a zealous happiness is like until they experience. And I'm not talking about the good kind of zealous either. Anyone find it interesting that a zealot is often referred to not only Judaism but cults as well? See what I'm getting at here?

I'm sorry but all cults have to be filled with fucking insane people. That's my general thesis, and I'm sticking to it. These Proxy guys, especially Red Cross, I don't know what the fuck is his problem. All of them seem like cultists to me. I don't know, maybe I just feel better calling them that. Anyways, my aunt and uncle's church fall short nothing of a cult. That's right, C-U-L-T. Fuck, why didn't I notice it the first time. It's like all sunshine and happiness over there no matter what is being preached. Like nobody cares at all about their own fate. They all seem to worship the preacher more than God. Is that even right? Eh? ...Whatever.

But that's not what I want to talk about.

I bet you guys are wondering just what kind of crap my aunt and uncle have been hiding from me huh?


Turns out they tried stealing me from my parents when I was only a new born. Remember how I was saying how strange it was that there was hardly any pictures of me as a baby? Yeah, that's why. Motherfuckers. And then they're going to keep on smiling like nothing's wrong. Bullshit. You pretty much told me that you tried to steal me away fuckers. Why the hell do you even bother sugar coating it. I'm really itching to leave, like right now, but these fuckers seem to have their dirty little fingers all over me. Shit.

...Sorry, pretty pissed off.

And then, there's the fact that nobody told me about this crap? I mean, sure, it probably would've upset me like I'm upset right now, but does anyone else think that would've been the best thing to do? Like, for real? ...Fuck. You'd think I'm eight or something. But whatever, I guess I can't really blame them. I mean, would you want to tell your children about their fucked up babyhood? Heh, I wouldn't.

Still, it doesn't give me any leads on where my mother is. I should probably force it out of them before I storm out angrily. Wish me luck guys. I'm going to try to pull this off without getting jailed for punching those stupid smiles off of their faces.

God, this is gonna be tough...


  1. If there's anything I can do, tell me, okay?

    I'm so sorry that you have to deal with this Steph. :[

  2. Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. I don't even know who to blame here.

    For now, I'm good. All I need is prayer and best wishes.

    When this is all over we can all have a nice meet-up at a cozy little cafe. You, me, and Leon, that is if he answers his fucking phone already.

    (I plan on giving him a nice big smack across the head)