Jack Frost

I been thinking about the things people believe lately. This train of thought started recently when I found myself scraping frost from my windshield. I normally park in a garage so I rarely see frost on glass. I haven’t seen frost on the windows of my home either.

I thought back to when I was four years old. We lived in a house where the windows would frost up on cold nights. I remember my mother explaining that the windows had been painted by Jack Frost, who dashes about on cold nights and paints windows with frost. Even at four years old the story sounded somewhat plausible, but not logical so I pressed my mother with question after question about Jack’s activities. She got to the point where she knew I wasn’t buying it and gave it to me straight. There was no such person as Jack Frost.

It was a month later that year when I pondered Santa, coming to the same conclusion. My mother resisted and finally gave in there as well, but swore me to secrecy since she didn’t want me to be responsible for ruining the beliefs of others.

The following September started attending Kindergarten at a Catholic school. This was where I was being indoctrinated with religion. Resistance was futile, I was assimilated. Questioning anything was addressed quickly with a thick wooden yard stick across ones ass. I had to wait until I was finished with that school in the eight-grade before I could come out as an Atheist.

I’ve never been a believer. Sure I will support a cause here and there, but true belief is something I am not capable of. I marvel at those who do believe. I am somewhat envious that I can’t fathom the idea that there are 72 virgins waiting for some people in their after life, or that people will one day meet Jesus or their friends and relatives that have gone before them. God, Heaven, Hell, Happy Hunting Ground, Reincarnation, Jack Frost and the like, I don’t believe in any of it.

People seem fixated of life after death. There are millions of people who attend religious services and dedicate their behavior totally to this reward concept. However, the potential for disappointment with that line of thinking is nearly as large as the universe. Life after death? I will be content finding there is death after life and I’ll leave it at that.