Roadtoad
Bufo Caminus Inedibilis
I had an early morning run today, (left our yard around midnight; thanks a lot, Boss...), so last night, I turned in early, around four in the afternoon. Not an easy thing to do when you're used to working days, but you do what you have to do.
Around eight, though, my wife and my youngest son were arguing, which, given his attitude of late, seems to be a rather common occurance around this house. I poked my head into our home office, and learned that my son doesn't want to be a Christian anymore, (which, if had been interested in being one in the first place would have been something of a shock), but rather, he was interested in Shamanism.
Okay, that rocked me back on my heels a bit.
Now, this is radically different from my oldest son, who's got questions and is talking with me and his wife, and reading around, trying to figure out what's what. It's different from my second son, who's given up on God, after seeing the abuse my wife and I took at the hands of the church, in Jesus name. And it's still further afield from my third son, who, while a Christian, is reading lots of Carl Sagan and Michael Shermer. Matt has decided that he doesn't like God, because God has become like a punk kid with a magnifying glass standing over an anthill. Oddly enough, that part I could understand.
But the other part of it is what concerned me: Matt claims he can "see" spirits.
My wife and I were looking at one another, trying to figure out, okay, is this some 17-year-old rite of passage? Are kids these days supposed to go to their parents and spew this sort of warped bilge? I've listened to his music with him, and hear nothing of this sort in the lyrics, and actually found myself liking Nightwish, (which, of course, made it un-cool for him to listen to). His friends have been into Wicca and various New Age things, but this is outside (I think) what these kids believe. Of course, none of these people, who are in their 20's, seem able to hold a job, not even any that involve funny paper hats, and they all live with Mom and Dad.
Matt, of course, is claiming he's seen evidence of Satan, and he's seen demons, and he wants to fight them. I personally think he's been watching too much TV, and given the number of books we've got around this house covering this sort of subject matter, including religious surveys, there's really no excuse for this.
I finally had enough after listening to Matt's meanderings about this, and I told him what I thought about it. I realize some shrinks will think that I'm not being a good parent by not catering to this spiritual drivel, but I thought it was time to put this to rest, and do it quickly.
"Let me point something out to you, Young Sir," I shot back when he caught his breath. "I can show you on James Randi's site about any number of things, including 'aura readings,' and how 99 percent of it is nothing more than wanting to see this. I realize there's a great appeal for this sort of experimentation, because I've been there, too.
"But, there's one thing about this old world you'd better learn and learn quick: You are obligated to take on the world on the world's terms, and as the world really is, not as you want it to be.
"Your friends spend their days wandering around the neighborhood; they don't drive, they can barely manage to keep their bikes in good repair, they don't hold jobs, and when they find them, they can't keep them. One of them who has managed to do that has just about gotten herself fired because she won't deal with situations as they are, they're just 'too harsh' that way.
"Got a hot flash for you, kiddo: The rest of the world does not care how you feel about the way things are. If you don't like how they are, you have to deal with what is as it is, and work to change things. Some things will change, some things won't, but you sure as hell won't make it with this pseudospiritual feelgood crap."
"You just don't understand, Dad," my youngest cut in. "I've been seeing spirits for years...!"
"They've got whole buildings full of people like that in Napa."
"You don't get it..."
"I get it," I answered. "I've been there. Tell me something: do you LIKE living pretty much hand to mouth as we have for the bulk of your life? This is a CONSEQUENCE of my choices earlier in life to not take on life as it really is. It is a CONSEQUENCE that I may not have the money to put you and your brothers through school, because I wanted to do things based on what I FELT they ought to be, not as they were.
"If you are damned lucky, you might get a shot at picking up a Commercial Driver's License. I know lots of guys who have CDLs who live like that. Some of them don't keep 'em long; the Laws of Physics don't really care how you feel about them, they simply go into effect when you do something really stupid."
"I don't want to drive a truck..."
"NEITHER DO I! BUT IT PAYS THE DAMN BILLS! That's what happens when you do things based on what you want to believe rather than on what IS! Hell, I'd rather you chose Buddhism or Atheism, at least when people are serious about either, they deal with REALITY!"
My wife cut in at that point. I was getting angrier by the moment, and I was losing my son's attention. I don't know what to do at this point, but I'm more afraid of my own silence right now than his choices.
Round Two, coming up.
Around eight, though, my wife and my youngest son were arguing, which, given his attitude of late, seems to be a rather common occurance around this house. I poked my head into our home office, and learned that my son doesn't want to be a Christian anymore, (which, if had been interested in being one in the first place would have been something of a shock), but rather, he was interested in Shamanism.
Okay, that rocked me back on my heels a bit.
Now, this is radically different from my oldest son, who's got questions and is talking with me and his wife, and reading around, trying to figure out what's what. It's different from my second son, who's given up on God, after seeing the abuse my wife and I took at the hands of the church, in Jesus name. And it's still further afield from my third son, who, while a Christian, is reading lots of Carl Sagan and Michael Shermer. Matt has decided that he doesn't like God, because God has become like a punk kid with a magnifying glass standing over an anthill. Oddly enough, that part I could understand.
But the other part of it is what concerned me: Matt claims he can "see" spirits.
My wife and I were looking at one another, trying to figure out, okay, is this some 17-year-old rite of passage? Are kids these days supposed to go to their parents and spew this sort of warped bilge? I've listened to his music with him, and hear nothing of this sort in the lyrics, and actually found myself liking Nightwish, (which, of course, made it un-cool for him to listen to). His friends have been into Wicca and various New Age things, but this is outside (I think) what these kids believe. Of course, none of these people, who are in their 20's, seem able to hold a job, not even any that involve funny paper hats, and they all live with Mom and Dad.
Matt, of course, is claiming he's seen evidence of Satan, and he's seen demons, and he wants to fight them. I personally think he's been watching too much TV, and given the number of books we've got around this house covering this sort of subject matter, including religious surveys, there's really no excuse for this.
I finally had enough after listening to Matt's meanderings about this, and I told him what I thought about it. I realize some shrinks will think that I'm not being a good parent by not catering to this spiritual drivel, but I thought it was time to put this to rest, and do it quickly.
"Let me point something out to you, Young Sir," I shot back when he caught his breath. "I can show you on James Randi's site about any number of things, including 'aura readings,' and how 99 percent of it is nothing more than wanting to see this. I realize there's a great appeal for this sort of experimentation, because I've been there, too.
"But, there's one thing about this old world you'd better learn and learn quick: You are obligated to take on the world on the world's terms, and as the world really is, not as you want it to be.
"Your friends spend their days wandering around the neighborhood; they don't drive, they can barely manage to keep their bikes in good repair, they don't hold jobs, and when they find them, they can't keep them. One of them who has managed to do that has just about gotten herself fired because she won't deal with situations as they are, they're just 'too harsh' that way.
"Got a hot flash for you, kiddo: The rest of the world does not care how you feel about the way things are. If you don't like how they are, you have to deal with what is as it is, and work to change things. Some things will change, some things won't, but you sure as hell won't make it with this pseudospiritual feelgood crap."
"You just don't understand, Dad," my youngest cut in. "I've been seeing spirits for years...!"
"They've got whole buildings full of people like that in Napa."
"You don't get it..."
"I get it," I answered. "I've been there. Tell me something: do you LIKE living pretty much hand to mouth as we have for the bulk of your life? This is a CONSEQUENCE of my choices earlier in life to not take on life as it really is. It is a CONSEQUENCE that I may not have the money to put you and your brothers through school, because I wanted to do things based on what I FELT they ought to be, not as they were.
"If you are damned lucky, you might get a shot at picking up a Commercial Driver's License. I know lots of guys who have CDLs who live like that. Some of them don't keep 'em long; the Laws of Physics don't really care how you feel about them, they simply go into effect when you do something really stupid."
"I don't want to drive a truck..."
"NEITHER DO I! BUT IT PAYS THE DAMN BILLS! That's what happens when you do things based on what you want to believe rather than on what IS! Hell, I'd rather you chose Buddhism or Atheism, at least when people are serious about either, they deal with REALITY!"
My wife cut in at that point. I was getting angrier by the moment, and I was losing my son's attention. I don't know what to do at this point, but I'm more afraid of my own silence right now than his choices.
Round Two, coming up.