Soli Deo Gloria!

*Note to self 

It’s funny how many near death (or near serious injury) situations we have.

Had one of those last night on the freeway, but I was too tired and sick to care.

What is it with the phenoma of rebellion?  I know the masses are fine with conformity.  Why shake things up when it’s too troublesome?  Why not be happy where you’re at, instead of wanting something that’s impractical?

But what about the rest of us?  Why do we rebel?  These are some thoughts I struggle with.  It’s easy for people who want to rebel to become liberal.  Who the hell made social restraints on sex?  Sex is normal.  Who says democracy is for the people?  Democracy has been holding us down.  Who says we should try to become successful?  We shouldn’t try to be like everyone else.

I dislike how rebellion has become associated with liberalism.  I despise liberalism.  By liberalism, I’m referring mostly to its extremes.  I don’t associate myself with the Democratic Party or the Republican Party, so I don’t really give a damn about what you’re supposed to believe if you’re liberal or conservative.

Every once in a while, I wonder why I am what I am.  I wonder why I think what I think.  I see societal ills, I see my parents cramping my space, etc.  Oftentimes, I’m tempted to become liberal.  It just feels good.  Rebelling feels right.  It feels smart.  It feels good to be different.  It feels good to feel sympathy for the poor and exploited.

I don’t know how many conservatives think like this, but I wish there were more compassionate conservatives.  I think I heard about this from one of Bush’s former public relations guys.  I recall what the position was called.  It is sad that liberals have monopolized compassion.

I don’t mean to make this about politics, but more about your personal beliefs: moral, political, societal, familial, etc.  But do you ever wonder whether you’ve become a product of a liberal anti-conformist agenda?

I wonder about gender roles.  I don’t have an answer, but I lean towards a mild form of patriarchal authority.

I just read a story for a literature class, and it got me thinking about parents.  I wonder if supposedly liberal non-conformists want their kids to study literature, ethnic studies, etc., or whether they want their kids to study something that would help them to have a stable income.

I know my dad wants me to have a stable income.  He used to tell me to study something in which I could get a license, like business.  After realizing that I’m going to stick with political science, he started telling me to become a professor.  As an undergraduate, my dad was a philosophy professor, which I was shocked to find out.  He aspired to become a professor himself, but for some reason, it didn’t work out.

The End.