Master of Applied Cuntery, Level 7 Misanthrope, and Social Injustice Warrior

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Cake day: September 18th, 2023
  • _cnt0@unilem.orgtoAtheism@lemmy.world•*Permanently Deleted*English
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    1 year ago

    I’m going two second the Discworld Novels. I started reading them when I was 9 or 10. Though, what really cured me from religiosity was reading the bible from cover to cover when I was 11 or 12. Story time:

    My mother read the bible to me (/us) every friday evening. First she would get slightly irritated when I pointed out contradictions or nonsensical stuff. Then she would progressively get more angry when I did it, until she said: “Maybe you should read it yourself!”. And so I did. I read it from cover to cover within something like two weeks (if my memory serves me right). It was a grueling exercise in boredom and idiocy. But, I pulled through with it and it made me a very firm atheist. I didn’t even catch half the contradictions and absurdities at that age, but it is beyond me how people can read that and remain believers. I suspect most Christians don’t actually read the bible, at least not in its entirety. What would have made it much more pleasurable (or rather much less unbearable) for me, would have been the Skeptic’s Annotated Bible: https://skepticsannotatedbible.com/

    I’ll give you just one excerpt and you should get the size of it:

    (2.19 b) “God … brought them unto Adam to see what he would call them.” After making the animals, God has Adam name them all. The naming of several million species must have kept Adam busy for a while.

  • _cnt0@unilem.orgtoPeople Twitter@sh.itjust.works•Maybe it's just something you ate
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    1 year ago

    It would be funny if it wasn’t so sad and true. A few years ago I had the flu. Took me three weeks to be completely fit again. Then, like two weeks later, I suddenly got dizzy, I felt like vomiting, I was cold but sweated like a pig. I thought I was going to faint. I laid down and slowly felt better. But it came back every ~30 minutes. Over the day it got better until in the evening I only felt exhausted. The next day I felt good again and went back to work. Around 9 in the morning, BAM, it hit again. I went to the physician and my systolic blood pressure went haywire going up and down between 90 and 180 within 5 minutes. He prescribed me something “for the bloodstream” without any clear diagnosis. It didn’t do shit. I visited him I don’t know how many times. Then I went to the next physician. And the next. I somehow kind of learned to live with it. One year later the third or fourth physician actually did some tests: You have a severe vitamin D3, B6, and B12 deficiency. Your immune system is fucked. Your stomach is fucked. Your metabolism is fucked. I finally got some treatment that actually improved something and felt significantly better but not good. Two years and ~three physicians later it turns out that my problems are somehow linked to my allergies: your immune system is fucked. There’s some trial and error with different medications, at the end of which I actually feel better but still not good. Three years and another two physicians later the fuzzy diagnosis is that I had/have “long flu” (mind you, this is all before covid). It damaged my nerves and somehow mixed up my metabolism. There’s a weird “cross-relationship” with my allergies. Now I take medication daily which lets me at least function and work. I still do not feel good. I haven’t felt good since six years. But, there’s an entry in my file from 5 years ago that I’m a hypochondriac, that won’t go away, despite later tests confirming that several things were severely and factually wrong with me …