Teal Deer time!

As some of you may know, sometimes I go on long journeys through the tubes, looking for certain people. about 80 percent of the time, I find them. Tonight, I found a young fella I briefly knew one summer, when I visited California the first time. He had a brother, and was the friend of the guy I went out to visit (and then broke up with for his prettier, darker haired friend. Whups).

It's been 7 years since that summer. 7 and a half, actually. So I'm pretty far off disconnected from that part of me. That part of my history. I was a bitch back then. And a slut. I won't deny it.

So anyway, that's not why I'm writing this. This is about D. D was the younger brother of R and the friend of T. D had long red hair, and was very handsome for his age. He was a good kid. Young. Good. I admired him for his conviction. I admired him for his musical choices. However, I was never attracted to him (Shock! Gasp!) because he was so much the Little Brother. Sometimes I wonder how he's doing, if he's found a calling, if he's put his conviction and natural friendliness and charm to good use. I want to apologize to his family for being such a cunt. I want to thank them for their hospitality.

So tonight, I went and bounced through dA. Ah, yes, dA. Where everyone with an iota of talent goes to show off. I went to my old account, followed a couple links to my old friends' accounts, and within a half an hour, I was at D's page.

D's art/writing was fairly interesting. Not up my alley, but certainly good. But it wasn't the art that caught my attention. It was his journal.
D had found faith. He'd found religion.


Now, okay. I'm generally not the Religion-y type. Generally, I find people who grasp religion are escapists, trying to justify their shortcomings, and trying to pawn their irresponsibility off on a Something Else. There are those people who take the scriptures, whether they be Christian, Jewish, Islamic, whatever, and twist them to their own perspective, or worse yet, take them utterly literally. There are people who are religious just because they always have been, as had their fathers and forefathers. They never look outside their narrow scope, and look at other religions (or even their own) from an unbiased standpoint and see the truth that lay within all the beliefs, as well as the piss poor beliefs of them. They don't do their damn research. It's a shame. As for my beliefs? I believe that whatever you believe is true for you. I am not religious, but I'm faithful in an agnostic "whatever" sort of way. I've done enough research to find out that our favorite fake bassist is right. It's all the same crap, just shat out from different assholes. Whatever it is that you believe, whether it be in God or in Nothing, we all live to be happy. We all live to be alive. If believing in God makes you happy, go for it.

Back to D. D seems to have looked at Christianity from all angles. He integrated it. He cleaves to the message, and not the pedantic, ludicrous BS. He uses his conviction and writes with such solidarity, that it's hard not to be moved. I was so impressed with his ability to turn his life around due to it, and his going out of his way, setting aside his own time to reach out to others and help them.

This, my watchers, is a true Christian. He doesn't judge. He doesn't convert. He simply IS. He believes. And believing is beautiful, no matter in what the person is believing. He is doing what I believe the message of Christianity is - he's doing as Jesus would have done, or have asked his followers to do. That is amazing.

Christian, so to speak.

Good for D.
I'm proud of the Little Brother.