I talked to my dad yesterday. He called because he hadn't heard from me in a while and was worried. 41 minutes of conversation. He means well but all he did was put me in a worse mood. He is one of these insane republican tea party the end is near kind of guys. He starts telling me how I should pack up all my stuff because there's going to be riots in California and we won't have any food on the shelves. He is telling me about how he is watching gangs enroll members in the army so they can come out and train new gang members. He really believes the apocalypse is coming and it's all the democrats and damn liberals fault. Obama is nothing but a Muslim who is going to take all our money and give to terrorist training camps! Really dad? Really? He then of course tells me how the only way I will be right is by coming to terms with Jesus. Jesus? Isn't that the kid who is out in front of home depot looking for work? OH you mean that other one. The made up fairy tale that organized religion shoves down people's throats in order to keep their flocks of sheep in line. Gotcha. Yeah, no, I am good without coming to terms. Wait, I did come to terms, a long time ago. Your religion is a crutch. A hoax. A fallacy. Pablum for the masses. No dad, I don't need religion. Nor do I need your drugs pharma companies. I refuse to fall into complacency to line your pockets with money.
I need a fucking hug.
I need a break.
I need to feel loved.
I need to be touched.
I need to know I am not as worthless, ugly, rotten, horrible, useless, fat, bald, old, stupid as I feel.
Please?
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