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You know that moment in class when you let out an exasperated groan and give up on class due to boredom? Having that moment. Don't get me wrong, I like chemistry. I actually love science (especially the labs), but for some reason it doesn't do the same things it used to do for me. Before, science had been an inspiration. It had been what my artistic style originated from. Lately though, my heart has led me instead. I've slowly moved from logic to abstract thought. I rationalize things differently as well. It isn't about whoa this scientifically correct, it is what is emotionally, ethnically, and spiritually correct. These things can be backed by logic and science, but logic and science aren't the basis of the rationale.
I fear this will disappoint my parents. Not my mother so much (she has always been more spiritually and emotionally driven), but my father. His reasoning and mind-set are of science and logic. Very little of it is spiritual, if any at all. My only needed proof of this is the fact that he is atheist, thinks the super-natural is bullshit, and laughs in the face of those who claim to hear the words of a god.
He would never understand my experiences. If he (by some miracle) did, they would easily be explained away. It makes me sad. I may never have a genuine conversation with my father; thinking back, I never really have. It has always seemed one-sided as he explained that which I didn't understand. He reminds me of my relationship with ****, always forcing me into things indirectly, always arguing his point, always educating me on something I know nothing about.
... To think I would go from being bored in chemistry to a rant about my father.
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Oh, look! Only fifteen minutes left!
