Sometimes I get so sick of people that it's
tempting to volunteer on a remote island somewhere. I'm sure there must be
religious organisations that send people into scarcely-populated areas to try
and bring a taste of 'civilisation' to the locals. I'm not religious in any
way, but I'm sure I could lie convincingly in the interview and get myself a
decent position overseas. How could they even prove if I was agnostic or not? I
guess they could ask me questions about The Bible, but it's a very big book and
I can't imagine anyone - even the most fervently devout of bishops - knows the
whole thing word for word, so I could just make up my favourite bit of it and
they'd probably not know if it was fiction or not. "It is like it says in
Paul, chapter 5," I could say, "that it is better to pass through the
eye of a camel than to ride a donkey sideways over Bethlehem. I take that to
mean that we should all iron our own shirts on Tuesdays and teach young
children ballet" and they would look at me and say, "He knows his shit,
this one..." (or something similar, but more priestly).
I distracted myself from my point there, which was going to be about people,
and how I'm sick of them. But weirdly enough, typing about an imaginary
scenario where I get to discuss The Good Book with interviewers has actually
chilled me out a bit and made me feel more understanding. So maybe this
religion thing works after all....
RC 26-11-25
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