My Grandma's Opinions

Today my grandma made it excessively clear to the rest of us that she is in fact, just as hypocritical as she doesn't think she is. For a long time she's hated had a passionate and vocal dislike for my great-uncle. Coming from an Asian family, the son is always looked upon as the wonderful golden child, and for this, my grandma has never forgiven her brother. It didn't help that he married the perfect specimen of Mormon mother [1972 edition] and converted to her religion, only to provide our family with the subsequent children and grandchildren, or "Anna's Kids." See, my grandmother has a very deep-seated hatred dislike for all those following in the faith of Mormonism. [She calls it a cult, but more on that later.]

My great-uncle's son Kyle is departing on his mission in a short time, and the family is throwing a big eatfest for him. My grandmother told us of this plan today, in this exact format:

Grandma: You know they're having a party for Kyle's mission next Sunday?
Mother: Oh, really?
Me: Where's he going?
Grandma: [condescendently] Tennessee, I don't know. I'm not going.
Me: Why not?
Grandma: Because I don't believe in all of that, I think it's stupid. It'd be hypocritical for me to go.
Me: Well you should still go, to support your nephew.
Grandma: I don't even like that one that much. I'm not going to go support their stupid cult. That's all it is, a cult. And I can't stand that crowd, it's all of them, you know.

This is exactly the point where my head combusted. You see, I'm an agnostic, I don't believe in God but I suppose it'd be nice if he existed. And I still have to listen to my grandmother tell me that if I don't stop watching R-rated movies and swearing on my blog that I'll have to repent. Lord, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can take the word BITCH out of my vocabulary. And don't talk to me about hanging around people I hate. I'm still here, right? I'm still sitting in this overheated house, still ignoring the people drifting from room to room outside, right?

Besides, my opinion is that all religion is a cult, regardless of its title. So somebody four hundred years ago translated a new piece of a book, whoop-de-goddamn-doo. It's still a cult, because they take your money and they tell you to follow their rules, and you just sit back and do it, all for JESUS. How is it any worse to believe that you drink the punch to meet the aliens on their spacecraft, or that a man from Nauvoo went into the woods and saw the ANGELS? It's all a cult, all just what you personally believe, and what you want to believe.

Me, I just want to die happy.

I'm currently reading the seventh book of Harry Potter, the supposed last book, and I think that J.K. Rowling is smart enough to know when to stop. If the fans want an eighth book, they're going to write it. Have you ever visited Quizilla? Jesus Christ!

There's exactly 39 days until I start Hell School.