And apparently if I get that chicken at Chick-Fil-A, I'm automatically classified as a supporter for what Chick-Fil-A supports.  Um, no. Sometimes it's just about eating chicken.  What the organization itself decides to support is not my concern.  My money, once paid to them--or any other place for that matter--is no longer mine, and places will do with it as they see fit.  I can't go through life making my decisions based on what the other guy is doing.  I don't care.  If someone is free enough to thrash someone else's freedom to choose what they want to support, then why should I be any different?  That's what makes the whole fiasco about Chick-Fil-A so....wasteful.  Why do people, gay or straight, care?

Now coincidentally, I do not support homosexuality, nor do I praise the life of a gay person.  One must conclude that I therefore do not support gay marriage, which is why they'd think I'd have no problem "supporting" Chick-Fil-A.  Yeah.  No, I'm afraid it's still about the chicken.  But anyway, it's not something I blatantly share with people, because apparently, it makes me a hateful person to stand by what I personally believe in.  And then those people themselves become hateful.  Ironic, isn't it?  The gay movement demands equality and acceptance, yet many of them do not want to accept someone else's reluctance or choice to not support it.  Now true, there are too many examples of hateful people who go out of their way to express that hate, but I'm simply not one of them.

I myself am not hateful. I've met plenty of gay people in my life and have been fond of almost all of them. There are some great, great people out there who are gay.  That orientation doesn't make the person horrible.  It's rare to hear me express my thoughts about homosexuality to them, however, since folks who don't believe in God usually won't understand Him or care what He has to say.  Why would they?  But that doesn't change the fact that homosexuality is a sin.  Sometimes it's not even that.  It's a demonic spirit running rampant in the lives of people, even when they're not aware, even when they don't want it. It's why people are "born" with homosexual tendencies, why people feel that it is never a choice to be gay.  Part of me agrees with that.  Does that mean it should be accepted, embraced, loved?  No. It's something to be delivered and saved from.  If one so chooses to be.

So it's not about what I'm supporting or what I'm not supporting.  It's simply about what is and what isn't.  And nothing will change the fact that sexual acts with the same sex is not something to be paraded and proud of.  It is not God's design, and one's belief in God makes no difference to what His design is meant to be.  I believe in God and I believe in His word, the Bible.  I am by no means declaring my perfection, since that couldn't be further from the truth.  I am not even declaring that I am right.  All that is right is God above, and any righteousness that I have is because of Him, not me.  I am not afraid of homosexuals, nor do I hate, ridicule, or taunt them.  As far as I'm concerned, they're still people in need of the Lord, just like every other person in existence.  I simply do not condone homosexuality, much like I don't condone cigarettes, or drunkenness, or foul language, etc.  So to be called "homophobic" is actually a ridiculous label for someone such as myself, and rather disrespectful to me as a person.

In the end, I don't care about Chick-Fil-A's affiliations.  So they support organizations that don't support gay marriage.  Okay?  And?  If they were supporting gay marriage, I STILL wouldn't care.

Seriously.  I just want some chicken.

Don't know what's to become of this.  Xanga just isn't the same for me.  Still cannot fathom deleting it, though.  So, overhaul it is.   For now.

Went to check out the remake of Total Recall today.  Wasn't very good.  For once, and weirdly enough, I'll agree with the one reviewer who claimed that it's just a whole bunch of stuff borrowed from movies I've seen already.  Or as the reviewer claimed, "from movies you actually care about."  Yes, yes.  I'm afraid I must agree.  It was like Star Wars meets Avatar meets I, Robot meets The Fifth Element.  The robot soldiers were the color of storm troopers, and the movements of the trade federation robots. The city itself was like the one from Avatar (and heck, even Star Wars too).  The chase sequences were like I, Robot's and Fifth Element.  Nothing felt...."wow" enough to me.  While a handful of aspects were cool (I did like the hologram head device), a majority of it gave me the sense of "been there, done that."  Not that the original was all fantastic either, (in fact, I still find the original movie kinda stupid), but at least it was cool in its freaky and corny originality.  So eh...it's not really worth a thorough review.  Pretty forgettable and won't be joining my collection.  But that's no different than the original, which also hasn't joined my collection either anyway, so no biggie.

Anyway, not much else to say.  As is common lately.  I can't quite say the blogger in me has died, as I still do enjoy writing and/or typing.  But talking about myself or my day to day life just seems so...wasteful.  It's a big reason why I never bother to blog anymore.  Facebook is to blame too, since it's so much simpler to access and update.  I often cringe thinking about the nonsense I once blogged about back in the day.  But then I also think, if I ddn't express or share myself, would I be the person I am today? Would I be better? Worse?  Can't know for sure, of course.  But it is what it is.  I have to take steps to get out of this rut of mine. I gotta stop relying on the addition of any one particular factor to dictate what I should or should not do in my life.  Of course I'll be so much happier with a man in my life.  Of course I'd enjoy being around him in even the most boring of days, and of course I'd love it even more if he felt the same.  But I can't put all my eggs in one basket.  That's a happiness that will have to be delayed for now while I dabble in other areas that can make me happy.  I need to lose weight once and for all.  I need to awaken my inner artist again...drawing, sculpting, and video editing.  And most importantly, I need to re-establish my relationship with God again.  I need to stop going waking up in the morning, going throughout my day, and going to bed at night without ever acknowledging him or saying a prayer.  I need to find myself.  And maybe when I do so, I wouldn't be sitting here pining for something else.

I know, I know.  Stop talking about it and get it done.