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Haven’t posted in a while, here’s a pretty sunset photo I took yesterday evening Pokemon hunting with my youngins.
Posted on April 27, 2020
This is a short paper I wrote for school (and likely the only thing you will ever see me write about “religion”) about whether or not I feel that two specific “religions” have cult-like characteristics and why I feel that way. You do not have to agree with me, this is my personal opinion.
These two particular “religions” are most undoubtedly cult-like. Both use illusory correlations to manipulate people into doing what they want. They will go to any length to achieve their goals. They are pure evil, the opposite of what they claim to be. The basis of both these “religions” is control and greed.
Jehovah’s witnesses are run by liars that use reciprocal determinism, using pieces of the Bible and twisting them around to instill fear so they can control people. They force you to read stories with terrifying pictures of Armageddon. They keep you isolated and look down on having friends. If you do not agree with something, they will shun you and possibly even retaliate. They are liars, and they are dangerous.
Jehovah’s Witnesses use cognitive dissonance. They breed their children with extreme beliefs to grow up believing they can trust no one except Jehovah’s Witness elders. In which case, they must trust them at all costs, even to the point of sexual abuse. They teach them to fear the outside world; anyone who does not believe the same as them is evil.
Scientology uses group think, and humans created it; they use personal aspirations to get people into their web. They primarily target people looking for fame, or at least to make a name for themselves. They convince you they can make your dreams come true if you come to one of their unique classes. Once they get you to go to one of their many facilities, you are theirs. Not necessarily because you even want to. They are master manipulators, and they know how to make you feel obligated to do things for the greater good, trap you.
Like Jehovah’s Witnesses, they brain-wash you, using a person-centered approach. You think, with them, you will achieve all your dreams. They use videos and famous people to convince you that working with them will get you to your goals quicker. You feel like they have all the answers. But once they get you to put one foot in their circle, you belong to them.
They guilt you into buying more and more of their products, to give them all your cash, to apply for credit cards so you can provide them with money. They pressure you to sign up for classes that you do not need, and then they stalk you to pay for them by following you around at the meetings you are mandated to attend multiple times a week. They call you in your home day and night various times a day until you find someone to give you the amount of money they are demanding, usually in the thousands.
They gain complete control over you, isolate you from your friends and family. Force you into communal living, usually in inhumane circumstances. They monitor what you do and what you say. If you get too close to the opposite sex, they force marriage upon you. If you get pregnant, even though married, they demand that you get an abortion because it will get in the way of what they want you to get accomplished, which is to make them more money.
Control and greed.
Posted on March 30, 2020
“Education is the key to unlock the golden door of freedom.”
-George Washington Carver
Dear Diary… I did, indeed, take a break day as previously stated that I would. TJ biked and lifted weights though, I’m so proud of him.
I got my nails all filed down and ready to do a back fill on them tomorrow morning after working out. I’m kinda dreading it, I fear I’m going to do an awful job.
After I have them all filled TJ is going to paint them for me. That part will probably turn out great, TJ is a great artist.
I am signed up for English, Psychology, Writing and P.E. I am officially a college student, I start on Monday. For the duration of medical martial law, it is completely online.
Nothing exciting to report, else wise. Until next time.
Posted on March 28, 2020
“He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.”
Dear diary, TJ got me up to workout this morning. I’ve got to say, were it not for him, I definitely would have taken a break day. I probably need one, but I won’t get big with break days!
Hopefully, if we survive this pandemic, I will eventually make it as a professional bodybuilder. Of course, I will never get there if I don’t get rid of this stupid beer belly. I’ve almost been dry for a year; why won’t it leave?
Maybe this quarantine will get me closer to my goals. I am looking for the positive within the negative here and speaking of…
Lera stopped by today. She’s been watching all the Harry Potter movies over and over. She never really got into those when they were prevalent.
She’s considering moving to New Haven, Connecticut. She wants to get a B.A. in Art at Yale University. WHAT?! Why wouldn’t she do that online? That’s clear across the country!
It was nice to see her, though. Hopefully, she decides to do something else or go to college here. I worry about them while they live in town; how would I handle any of them being so far away?
Ugg, time to sleep.
Posted on March 25, 2020
Goodbye doesn’t mean the end. It only means that I will return or see you some other time. Take the sky, for example, the sun tells the sky goodbye when it gets dark only to return the next day once it is bright. – Frank Alile
All I can do is apologize and let him know that I will have one as soon as I can, I just started the second pot of regular, but I will begin to the decaf the second it’s done.
Of course, I apologize all over myself because that’s what we’re supposed to do, and thankfully, he is OK with it. He says he’ll come back in a bit.
Once I have all the coffee made, I message Ryan and tell him that the coffee pot quit working, and I am doing the best to keep it going for the guests.
No response, but I know he’s awake. He’s getting his kids up for school, I’m sure of it, as I would be if I were home.
He arrived on time, as usual. However, he brought me birthday/good luck flowers. That was super sweet of him.
I wasn’t sure what to say; I wasn’t expecting that. I didn’t think he cared that much that I was leaving: Upset with me maybe, even.
Me: thank you!
He had a gander at the coffee pot, and it is not going to be fixable. He calls the company that provides our coffee, and they advise him that they will be sending out somebody to either fix it or replace it tomorrow.
Ryan: I’m going to tell the guy to change it out because we just had somebody out to fix this a couple of months ago, and it was basically doing the same thing.
I tell him about the printer, and he gets that figured out quickly. The unique tool he needed was a screwdriver. It was a deep, paper jam.
Me: We have 54 rooms, 2.5 girls no laundry. What do you want me to do?
Ryan: Let me call Kaydie and see if she would be willing to come in.
She answered, and I can tell by his side of the conversation that she said yes. I run three runs of fifteen rooms each and one with nine for Kaya, the early housekeeper.
Tally, the head housekeeper, arrives as I’m colouring their runs.
Me: Kaydie is coming in, and they have a lot of yellow; it should be a good day.
Tally: Good. I almost called in this morning; my kids are sick, I’m sick: I’m exhausted! I’m going to ask Ryan if Evini can come in and do laundry.
Me: I’m sorry. Hopefully, the day is smooth for you.
She talks to Ryan for a few then heads to the laundry room to rotate linen.
Kaydi and Celeste arrive just before the clock in time. Arelia calls just then to let us know she’s going to be five to fifteen minutes late. They get to work.
A guest has been staying for a couple of weeks now; he comes in and pays daily. One of them irritating types.
Me: Good morning, paying for another night?
Guest: Yep, this is probably the last night.
Me: OK, go ahead and slide your card.
I already added the night and got the system ready to accept payment when I saw he was headed in.
Guest: You know, all it’s going to take is one person saying they got that virus here and they’ll quarantine the entire motel, and you employees won’t be allowed to go home.
Me: That would suck. Do you want a receipt?
Guest: No, I’ll get one when I check out. I’ve been watching the news; they’re taking over motels to put quarantined people in because hospitals are running out of room.
Me: Well, I haven’t heard of anyone sick here, so I doubt that’s going to happen anytime soon. Do you want housekeeping service today?
Doesn’t this guy get that I couldn’t care less about his theories?
Guest: No, you guys should be worrying about catching this virus. It’s killing a lot of people.
This guy is bloody crazy; I haven’t heard anything about this, although I don’t watch the news. But I would think I would have heard about something this big, regardless.
Me: We’re careful here. We’ll be OK. There’s still some coffee left if you want another cup before I pull it.
He wanders over and gets a cup, and heads out the door. I open up his profile and add a comment.
“Guest has made numerous comments over the past few days about a virus that’s killing people, possibly causing the motel to be quarantined, including the employees if someone reports being sick that was a guest here.”
If something hinky happens, there will be documentation, and they’ll know it was this nut. Most likely, he’s just setting it up so he can get a refund. He’d get it; corporate refunds anyone that complains about anything. Rather, they call and make us do it.
Arelia arrives just as I’m putting up the coffee. I’m mopping when she comes back from clocking in, carrying flowers.
Arelia: Happy Birthday Liv! She hands me the flowers.
Me: Thank you! I tell her as she gives me a tight hug.
Arelia: You’re welcome. I wish you so much luck on your next adventure.
Man, I’m really going to miss everyone here a lot.
Me: Thank you, Arelia, you are so sweet.
She goes out on the floor to get to work. The guy that wanted decaf never came back; imagine that. The rest of the morning goes without a hitch for the most part.
Jevin is the p.m. shift; he arrives at 1310 hours, about thirty minutes early, like clockwork. He goes straight back to the breakroom.
As I’m sidetracked digging in my bag for my brush, I hear a commotion coming up behind me.
I turn around, and Jevin leads a train of singers carrying a delicious chocolate-chocolate personal birthday cake from Safeway. Mmmm. My favourite!
Following Jevin is Robbie, Arelia, Kaya, Tally, Evini, Kaydie and Celeste, all singing happy birthday to me!
I don’t know what to say; I’m sure my face is beet red at this time.
Me: Wow, thank you so much, all of you!
These people genuinely care about me; I feel awful leaving them. But I find myself at a crossroads, and I’ve made my decision.