I just got an email forwarding info about the "proof" of god's existence. In her words, how can you not believe in god when you see this? In this case, "this" is the uber-rare nacreous clouds that appeared over Antarctica in July that someone at the Australian station got a good shot of.

I'm incredibly frustrated. What I want for myself is to be right and whole in my attitude. I want to openly accept and respect others and their beliefs. I want the whole world doing the Barney theme song. Okay, maybe that's a bit much, but that's the point, right? It sucks that I'm a vaguely sociopathic, overly aggressive cynic with a severe dichotomy problem. I want very much to visit my friend, slap her upside the head, and see if it rattles. Then I want to teach her basic logic "Clockwork Orange" style. Maybe, in a day or two, I'll get unbent enough to get over it. I hate being proseltyzed to. I resent it. I am frustrated by it, I'm talking break out the chocolate ice cream I'm PMSing frustration.

It's hard to get a reality check. Hello, Muffie, you're still as mean as you ever were.