This phrase comes out of my mouth quite often whenever I’m with my secular friends. I don’t feel ashamed for living under a proverbial rock, but I do find it rather awkward. I have plenty of secular friends, typically from work, to whom I have a significant amount of trouble speaking. Our lives are vastly different.
For example, how do you talk to an atheist when you spend your time praying, studying the Bible, and basically living at church? Most of my secular friends are either agnostic or atheistic. While I genuinely care for them, I can hardly keep a conversation with them. I’m not a man of conflict, so I tend to avoid the subject of religion unless they bring it up. Even then, I typically don’t know what to say or how to react. I treasure peace. However, given that pretty much my entire life and mindset are devoted to God, the topic is fairly difficult to avoid unless we participate in activities that don’t involve much talking. I don’t participate in hardly any secular activities, so where is the common ground!?
Well, while I care about my secular friends, I can never help but wonder why they wish to pursue a friendship with me . . . For many of them, they make it pretty obvious that they hate everything I am, am passionate about, and stand for, but none of it’s ever meant as a personal attack, if they even know. In fact, I rarely have anyone ask my opinions on such matters, so I just let them go on speaking and change the subject. I can’t say how many times I’ve listened to people bash my beliefs to my face, but I say nothing; my left eye just twitches. I mean, I couldn’t care less if they hold different beliefs than I do, but it just makes things awkward for my already socially anxious self. As they rant on about stuff, I’m mentally crossing off tons of subjects I can’t talk about with them. I feel like many befriend me simply because I listen and am generally a pleasant person to be around.
I must admit, part of me wonders what would happen if I ever just spoke up and out . . . Instead of quietly listening to folks blab on and on about themselves, about trivial matters, and about foolish mind-numbing things, what if I just blurted out, “I DON’T CARE!!!” Haha, of course, in reality, I would imply the message tactfully. I’m not one who can dish out his opinions at the drop of a hat. I need to go back to that section of my brain, interpret it into intelligible words, and think about body language and tone, but . . . I can’t concentrate on such things when others are in the room with me. Even so, by the time I can think of something to say, they’ve completely changed the subject.
Usually, I end up reasoning in my mind, “Is it even worth it to say something?” It seems like a lot of them are just concerned with the own worlds, how to please themselves and live out their selfish ambitions. I can’t STAND it when people brag, especially about accomplishments that are completely meaningless. However, if someone has the need to vent about a serious matter, my ears are both open AND will retain the information. Tell me your life struggles, your weaknesses. Open up your heart. Share with me your deepest secrets. THESE are the things I want to hear about.
You ever feel like you’re just talking to an empty silo? It’s tall and strong on the outside, but ain’t nothin’ on the inside. I feel like I’m talking to mere shells sometimes—people with very shallow repetitious worlds. Give me substance; search your heart.
I don’t intend on coming across as an arrogant man, but there comes a point that when tons of people are constantly desiring your presence and attention, you have to prioritize! The brain is only capable of handling so much information. As politely as I can put it: cut the crap.