This week the gay marriage debate has, once again, been thrust into the media forefront. Oddly, this time around, by chicken.
While I'm sure that many people expect me to write a long, well-thought-out blog post about Chick-Fil-A and their latest shenanigans, the truth is...
I just don't have the energy.
I have already written about the gay marriage debate, and my views on whether or not Christians should be pro gay marriage or against. The day I posted it was mentally exhausting. I lost my shit in my own comments section and have since been chastised for it. My only defense is that when I talk about gay marriage, it is not some philosophical discussion being held at Bible study in someone's basement filled with like-minded people, or from the safe anonymity of the local paper's online comments section.
No, when I talk about the rights of gay people to get married, it is with actual people in mind. Real names and faces. Loved ones. People I care deeply about and for whom I have tremendous respect.
I get heated.
I post too much about the subject.
That's what you do when you are passionately defending real people, not just abstract opinions.
I have other stuff going on in my life. Personal struggles that need attending. I am also super busy at work, which is a good problem to have. All that said, I have had raging insomnia the last few weeks and last night was kept awake by nightmares of cows and Muppets and Dan Cathy.
So, for now at least, I do need an outlet for my anger over the issue and a way to have the arguments that need to be had, without taking time away from my work and my life. So I've done what any obsessive compulsive person would do.
I've made a helpful chart.
For the foreseeable future, anyone who wants to debate me on or shame me over the gay marriage debate will simply be referred to "The Chart". This includes my gay friends who think I don't talk about it enough and my fellow Christians and extended family members who think I am going to burn in hell.
If you are like me and can't believe we are actually having this debate in the year 2012 and are sick and tired of talking about it, but afraid of enabling this covert bigotry to continue by becoming cynical on the matter, feel free to also refer others to "The Chart."
I am now going to spend the remainder of my lunch break exercising my God-given right to read articles about men who dress up as goats, and stuff my face with fast food that is politics-free.