Trick or Treat?

Oh, Halloween! How do I love thee?

Not

at

all!

I've always considered adults who play dress up to be somewhat twisted. Or maybe they didn't get enough "make-believe" as children. Whatever the case may be, I also find that what a person chooses to dress up as is "very telling".

For example, when a woman is a witch I wonder, "Is she just living up to her true persona?"

As a French maid: Someone is trying, desperately, to be sexy and exotic. Why not just be that way in everyday life, sans the outfit?

Of course I understand parodies. This year I'm sure we'll see a lot of plumbers named Joe, Patio Men and Pigs wearing lipstick! Or, like the recent editorial cartoon depicted, a trick-or-treater dressed as an envelope being an "investment statement".

Now that's scary!

With All Due Respect

A friend and I were recently discussing (I can't remember what?!)...when, suddenly, I asked her:

"God. He? or She?"

Without missing a beat, she replied, "He" to which I replied, "Oh, really!? Has anyone ever proven that God has a penis?"

That may sound silly, maybe even twisted, but seriously, I ask you the same question.

I suspect the reason God has always been referred to as He is because of Jesus--the diety who walked on Earth as man. But does that prove God's gender?

We may pray "Our Father who art in Heaven" but prayers were created by man hence, a masculine affinity. I suppose, whenever referring to God, we need to assign gender.

As someone who grew up ascribing a male pronoun to God, it tickles me to hear others use a feminine reference, as in "Goddess bless you" after sneezing, for example.

Or the bumpersticker which proclaims, "In Goddess We Trust".

Has anyone proven otherwise? Do souls possess gender?

I highly doubt it!

Truth or Lies?

It's true. I'd read a statistic long ago that claimed "EVERYONE LIES".

"Huh?", I thought. I'd been raised to always tell the truth and so, I just did. It defined me: honest~at all times.

But after I heard that stat, it got me thinking, "Well, if everyone IS lying, why the hell am I always telling the truth?"

Thus began my downward spiral. First, it was fibs; then, white lies, then, outright lies.

I convinced myself that sometimes a half-truth is less harsh. After all, I'm saving the recipient from a painful reality, if, for example I fib about why I didn't show up at a social function.

Is it not kinder to say, "I fell ill" than to claim, "I just didn't feel like going"?

When it matters most, there's no option but to tell the truth. However, when it's a fine line between "nicety and necessity", so too, an obligation to honesty.

If I believe the statisticians, apparently everybody else already gets that.