Go See This Movie...

It wasn’t all that “scary” of a movie, but it was a little freaky, and it made me sit up the edge of my seat the entire way. It was definitely worth the seven dollars I threw down to see it.
After the movie, Chris and I get to talking about why we wouldn’t be staying up all night after watching the film. It was something his dad said before we took off to go see it. When Mr. Barron found out what we were going to see, he said to us, “Well, you aren’t going to be going to bed tonight…” And I am sure any good ole religious person would probably agree (though I very much doubt any religious people will be going to go see this), which spurs the topic at hand. Why would I be able to sleep after watching this?
For Chris, the answer was quite simple, “I don’t believe in God, demons, or the devil. And therefore—I’ll sleep well…” For me, it is much the same answer. But here’s the real kick, I started thinking about it, and even if I did believe in those things, especially God, I probably wouldn’t be too freaked out about it. (Gosh—I know it’s just a movie, and it’s not the point. The premise of this conversation is assuming that the story—er—I mean movie is real…) Let me explain. And to do this, I have to ask what would my parents reaction to this movie be? If I were like my parents, all trusting and believing whatever my parish priest and pope told me to believe, then I would still probably have paid no attention to the movie and not have gone. Well, then let’s say though for the sake of arguments like these that I did go. I would feel the same way about the movie and it’s ability to make me lose sleep over it as I was after I saw it last night. I’m losing even myself here. What I am trying to say is that my parents are very, undeniably, deeply devout Catholics. They are as religious as religious can be. However religious they might be, they are simply not spiritual. Being religious and being spiritual is not in any way the same thing. You see my parents are just stuck forever in the something I like to call the Tradition Loop Cycle. And this is behaving and believing in the way of traditions and rituals just for the sake of the traditions and rituals themselves. It is the proper—no, I mean—right thing to do. My parents go to church often three or four times a week (mind you with all the little rug-rats), because they are supposed to. They are good little Catholics, but this does not mean they are spiritual people. Don’t get me wrong, they are good people, but they are not spiritual. Imagine, it’s like going to your best friends birthday party every year, the best friend you’ve known since childhood, and at this traditional celebration, you all eat cake and watch him open his presents, play pin-the-tail, and etcetera. Only my parents keep going to the birthday party long after their friend has died and when they get there, they eat the cake, and play pin-the-tail, and sit and watch unopened presents. It is not out of respect of their fallen friend they attend this party, but because they’ve been doing it so long that they had nothing better to do on December 25th. Anyway, I thought it was a funny metaphor for my extremely religious family. If they saw this post, they’d probably kill me or something worse. And to answer my question, why would they, I mean I, be able to go to bed if I were like them? Well, even though I said I believed in God, demons, and the "devil," I wouldn't believe that they could do anything to me. Not in any physical sense. I'm not a spiritual man, and I sure as hell don't believe in ghosts or demons... but heaven is real. I'm going to go to heaven when I die. "Yep-sir'ee-bob's-your-uncle-wanna-bet-there I'll be there, yes sir." Well, I’m going to hop off here. Go see the movie, it’s not exactly scary, like I said, but it is definitely worth the admission and shaky—needs nicotine—hands throughout.
Peace out peoples,
-sib-