mistresscheese

So at the moment I'm doing my research project on the experiences of people with chronic pain (it's in the psychiatry department :D) The first half of my day was spent feeling like a leper. I went to upper campus wearing my UCT Medical School hoodie (I really wasn't thinking. Like not at all) and got lots of "what the heck are you doing here?" looks from Humanities students, Science students, etc. Medical students are not really liked up there. Then I somehow (odd chain of events leading to this - once again, had I known, I would have dressed better) landed up in a psychopharmacology meeting at the psychiatry department…everyone was we

It's funny. I always wanted to feel this way just to be cared for, to have a justification for everything. And now that it's true, all I know is that I'm a mess.

If God is anti-gay, to hell with him. I'd also rather go to an eternity of hell than pretend to agree with any of that prejudiced rubbish. Roast me in sulphur, as Othello would say. Right now I'm just thinking of a certain someone who used religion to justify the "unnatural-ness" of homosexuality, and went on to say it is a sin as bad as murder. Sorry, whaaaat?? That's just as bad as people who use religion to justify racism. It made me so flipping angry. This is the problem I have with religion. It is too powerful a tool which is more often misused for evil than used for good. Spirituality is a wonderful thing, but religion...ai. It's comp