|We're sailing into a shit typhoon, Randy.|
One young man, about 16, was not like me at all, aside from the guitar and interest in heavy metal music. This guy grew up as a devout Catholic, wasn't allowed to listen to heavy metal, had live-in siblings, a father in Iraq, and an overbearing mother.
I was baptized as a Catholic at age seven, I fell from Grace at age eight, listened to everything from Michael Jackson to Burzum at a very young age, and was raised by my father, who had custody of me after he and my mom split when I was two. My mother only became slightly overbearing after she got off the drugs and started making more frequent appearances in my life.
|It wasn't until later I found out that this guy was into murder.|
To top all of the restrictions previously mentioned, this young man was also a homosexual. And his parents were strict interpreters of the Bible. He would go on to tell me that his parents hate him because of it, and as a result, he hate himself because of it.
I guess he wound up telling me because I wouldn't think differently of him.
Looking back, it reminds of a quote I heard from Frankie:
|"If you don't listen to your body, you'll break your body."|
I really didn't know how to help. I went through my usual line of thinking:
- Leave the Church
- Go to a different school
- Tough it out til you're 18
I think that we can recall what Rabbi Hillel said to some gentile who was trying to stump him. Here is my paraphrasing of how I imagine the conversation going:
Gentile: I'll believe you if you can recite this book of yours on one foot.
Rabbi Hillel: Don't be an asshole if you don't want people to be assholes to you. The rest is commentary. Learn it.
I think a good start to reconcile faith in God and individuality would be to hear that parable often. I think it would have helped my young student out.
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*Title is a quote from the Trailer Park Boys