Day 9,802

Today was my companion mammal’s 5th date of birth! I love him so. 

I arrived at my place of employment this morning and made an inquiry to the sustenance replenishment earthling if he would take me against my will per my request, into his sustenance transportation vehicle and transport me elsewhere so that I would not be required to perform labor today. He laughed, as he mistakenly thought that I was attempting to be humorous.

I then discussed fashionable face painting with a male labor comrade who is high in the ranks among the earthlings at my place of employment. I complimented his smooth skin and expressed that I wished to paint his ocular orb flesh covers. He also laughed because he mistakenly thought that I was attempting to be humorous.

After labor hours, I went to perform a tarot reading, which is an earthling communication method of obtaining guidance from forces outside of Earth. It so happened to be that the magic bean sauce establishment that we chose was one of the Christian variety. Christian earthlings do not take too kindly on the act of tarot reading, and I was essentially referred to as “Satan.” I am quite used to being treated differently, even sometimes simply because I inhabit a vessel of Asian descent in a Midwestern region of Earth. I did not react strongly, but I did have to question their faith in their God. From what I have learned, God teaches absolute and unconditional love. However, that experience felt much more like condemnation, or judgement. It did not feel like love. I told the man that he required further prayer to find the true meaning of being a Christian. I frequently witness earthlings have such absolute faith in something that they completely misconstrued and distorted. I do not understand it.

Alas, romance, religion, emotions, politics, beliefs, are all concepts that I still struggle to grasp. But perhaps, being an earthling is messy, and much is always unknown. I have learned that earthlings fear that which they do not understand—the unknown—, but fail to realize that nothing is ever truly known. Many do not even know what I truly am. And this causes a paradox. One fears what they do not know, but there would be no fear if one did not know what one did not know. And as such, ignorance is bliss?