How Do You Feel When Told to Have a Blessed Day?
I’m not a fan of blessing things, primarily because I’m no longer a fan of religion, the origin of ‘blessings.’ When I was much younger, and an altar boy, everybody was blessing this and blessing that, and, of course, being blessed, and that was OK because I was too young to know anything about molesting priests, the universe, UFO’s, and science. I was, however, a fan of religion and the J-Man, because I didn’t know any better.
I was raised by a strict Catholic mother, who believed in the whole nuns and beads, contraception is a sin, stations of the cross, holy water, miracles, the actual body and blood of Christ, and all the other nonsense that goes into bamboozling billions and billions of people for tens of thousands of years. This environment was part of the first 30 years of my life until I stopped indulging in this ‘opiate of the masses.’
From time to time when I’m told to have a ‘blessed day’ I feel resentful and even contemptuous because it seems so much like a vast hypocritical con. After all, I lived in S. Georgia for close to 10 years and I’ve never in my life seen so many bad people acting good, but only on Sunday.
Today, when I had finished some rather frenetic shopping in one of those superstores where no one knows where anything is, the lady who checked me out told me to have a ‘blessed day,’ and I found I rather liked it. I can’t explain it, but it was somehow soothing and served to relax me. While I have zero plans of being into the ‘buybull’ or any of that religious claptrap, I think I can say ‘have a blessed day’ without being so cynical about it, but I don’t see myself saying that at all.
That’s all I’ve got. Have a blessed day.
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I typically tell people don’t bless me and I won’t curse you. Hey it works for me 🙂
Blessed? I always thought it was blasted. A safe for minors cuss word in the UK. Shut the blasted door. Switch the blasted light off.
I suppose have blasted day doesn’t make sense.
We could all use a little more blessings these days.
I can’t argue there. I think it’s just more of an automatic way of saying ‘thanks.’
There’s no doubt about that but I don’t know who is ‘blessing’ us. It didn’t matter to me this time though. I liked it and can understand why others would.
Yeah, nope from the land of all the nopes EVAH. That whole blessing thing isn’t working out for all the religious people over there in Ukraine so why would it work anywhere else.