Guiding lights

[raven]

Time passes so fast. It might be something to do with the fact I got up at midday, but that's neither here nor there. I have spent the afternoon lying in the conservatory with my chemistry notes everywhere. Pedar has been apparently reading a detective story, but he hasn't been, really. He's back in the education business with a vengeance. Not that I mind his educating me, it's just... no, I don't mind at all if it means I don't have to do chemistry. But yeah. The problem with Pedar's lectures is they always begin and end with proteins. Proteins are God. Proteins are the saviour of mankind. Proteins, proteins, (amino acids), proteins, proteins, (carbohydrates), and more proteins.

The conservatory is very pretty today, because of the weather being so lovely. I'm actually enjoying the day so far. That's unexpected. Not long ago, I remembered it was Good Friday, which always seemed to me to be a spectacularly inappropriate name for it, if you believe in that kind of thing, which I don't.

Pedar doesn't, either. He's very fatalistic but also something of an agnostic, which I've given up trying to make sense of. Not having any kind of religious upbringing whatsoever, I think I'll probably stay an agnostic my entire life. It's easier that way. Hedging my bets. In the meantime, I think these summer discussions, so called because they only ever happen when Pedar and I are sitting in the conservatory in the summer, will keep me amused, entertained, informed and educated, and as all of these are good things I don't need the religion others seem to thrive on.

I detest the thought that people who don't Believe cannot be Good People. I want to be a tolerant good person who lives according to a set of principles; but I want those principles to be my own. My own guiding lights. Which are probably much like Pedar's. I bet there are few other teenage girls who spend so much time in conversation with their fathers. But then again, I'm supposed to be lucky. And I am, with playing cards, so why not the rest of my life, too?

Comments

[just-the-ash.livejournal.com]

I've been following your entries and I think your relationship with your Pedar is absolutely admirable. Myself, I very much enjoy relating to my parents not (only) as Parental Figures, but as human beings with senses of humor, down moments, great talents, fascinating interests, and a great deal of wisdom to give. Sure, you and Pedar may be unusual, but given some of the hideous parent-child relationships that have become usual today... I say revel in it. ;>

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[loneraven.livejournal.com]

I'm glad to hear it! Most people think it's weird. Not bad, necessarily, just weird. It wasn't long ago I discovered such a relationship wasn't the norm... t'was quite a revelation.

'Course, my mother and I have enough screaming matches to make up for it... :)

[dixsept.livejournal.com]

I get along really well with my dad, too. We just sort of understand things the same way. And ever since I moved out when I was about 15, it's perfectly okay, in his eyes, for me to follow rules on my own terms. We talk a lot and it's good.

I think Pedar sounds great!

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

He is great(!)

You moved out when you were fifteen? I'm intrigued.

[And I've been meaning to ask you - is that you in your icon?]

[dixsept.livejournal.com]

Well, to boarding school, but I didn't exactly abide by anyone's rules after that.

Yep, that's me. Not a very good picture, but one of the few that was small enough to turn into an LJ icon without it getting all pixellated.

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[loneraven.livejournal.com]

It's so very cute. I won't ask what you were doing when it was taken...

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[dixsept.livejournal.com]

Well, you see, it's like this. I live in a small town. There isn't much to do in a small down. So, when we're bored or depressed, my best friend and I go to the supermarket and play with the fruit. I kid you not. In that picture, I am pretending to balance the lemon on my nose.