Greetings my faithful followers. I have a . . . well, sort of a big announcement to make. Well I think it’s big in a way. This is really a venting post, which isn’t the normal M.O. for Ronin Literati, but tonight I’m prepared to make a huge exception.
The blog is mine. Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Harold Fisher. You can call me Fish, everyone does. Anyway, the blog used to belong to me and a friend, but due to life being life, my friend has stepped to the side and handed over the reins to me. That said, this blog will become somewhat more personal than it has in the past. On a side note, I swear I already told you all about the blog being mine some time ago, so if this is repetitive, blame it on the weed I just smoked. 🙂
A lot has happened to me in the last year and this venting post, which is more about me getting this out somewhere so as to not go insane, is a means of explaining it in such a way that I can make sense of it. I think faster than I write and type, so bear with me.
In 2012 my mother died of a heart attack and a stroke, yes both. It was obviously a difficult time for me, but what made it worse was the idea that my mother was in Hell. I was religious back then, though I will not disclose my old religion, and my faith’s scriptures taught that those who weren’t believers (my mother was of a different faith than I) and died in that state go straight to Hell. I could not believe in a God who would damn such a sweet woman as my mother to Hell just because she didn’t think like me. Truth be told, I had been slipping away from faith years earlier and it brought me a great deal of pain. It pained me because the more faith I lost, the guiltier I felt. So, I prayed and attended the sermons and all that. It did nothing. In 2013, I unofficially divorced myself from my former religion, choosing the path of the free thinker, the skeptic, the atheist.
*Cue dramatic pause*
Yeah, the dreaded A word. The least trusted minority in America. Before passing, my mother said I was stubborn about joining causes or acquiring identities that would get me killed. She jested of course, but there’s some degree of truth to her words. There were a lot of reasons why I left my faith and I will cover that in a later post, but for now let’s just say, I grew up.
It was a liberating feeling. I felt as though I was released from prison. I was free to read books I was warned against, to draw pictures I was forbidden from rendering, to listen to music that challenged me and my preconceived notions. I am free to grow up and learn. I’m going to take full advantage of it.
It’s funny but writing this to a group of dedicated strangers who’ve never met me, but still made the commitment to walk this journey with me, just made me feel 1000% times better. And I don’t feel so brain farty anymore. It’s true what they say, you’ve got to flush out your mental shits every now and again, or you’ll get constipated. OK, I know nobody says that, but I’m saying they do! Ha!
And now that my mind feels clearer, I know I can get back into my novel again and other stories I’m going to tell. My story, my saga isn’t over yet. It’s just beginning.
RONIN STAND UP!!