Pan Pipes

Pantheism. I've written about it before: the idea that its not possible for God to be everything... I guess I just want to say more. I read Hillary's post about God and fashion, and, though inspired isn't quite the right way to say it, I guess I wanted to write in here too. I mean, if God is contradictory to fashion, how can God BE fashion? How can God be that nearly self-destructive manner of expression?

The thing that I think Hillary didn't say (and I say "I think" because I haven't actually read hers in its entirety) is that when a dress is made for a person with a near-Barbie figure, people start to hurt themselves to fit in it. I've seen it happen: the two-bites-of-salad-at-lunch-then-"I'm full!"-even-though-you-can-practically-hear-their-stomach-grumbling. I don't get hungry, ever, and when I do, it goes away in approximately 20 seconds, so it doesn't happen to me, though many people think it does... and getting back to the point... how can that be supported by God? How can God sit back, relax in his little bench on the porch and wait for the show to end so He can clap and take a sip of his giant iced tea?

I think that's what most annoys me about high school, and I don't want to sound like one of those stupid books that's like "high school's so hard i don't think i'll survive ahhhhh" because I will, and we all will, and you know what? It's really not all that bad. But it's not all the great either. There are things that happen here... the drugs, and the stress, and the depression because of the stress, and the drugs because of the depression because of the stress... that I can't believe no one Up There would do anything about. I mean... isn't God supposed to protect us or something? I don't get it\. I don't really think I ever will. Just... throwing it out there.