The familiar is sooo much more comfortable than something new. *sigh* I think this partly explains why it's hard for people to jump out of the rut of childhood religious upbringing.
"Our findings imply a deep irony," wrote the authors,... "Revealing the existence and nature of a bias against creativity can help explain why people might reject creative ideas and stifle scientific advancements, even in the face of strong intentions to the contrary."
I see where you're coming from. I will admit it now: I am that weak person. I love creating things and musical stuff, but I always feel like I must follow a formula. I'll give an example.
I write(for fun not profit..yet), but it seems when I think I get the scene just right...it sucks. That comes from the silly thought I held growing up that I didn't have to struggle when I wrote. Not struggle like about to jump a bridge but actually immerse myself in it.
sorry if I sound like a dork :/
He sounds like an angry bitter person -I've met some not so nice professors like that too.
I hope you just ignored him.
I agree with Steph. There is a book that has a chapter which says(no lie) "If you are alive, you are creative". Heh. I love that book.
Ruth, me thinks he was a bit jealous of your confidence?
Both my mother and my paternal grandmother jumped out of the rut of childhood religious upbringing. It must run in our family. And I'm not young, so think about how long ago this must have happened!
My mother, at the age of 16, was out to lunch with friends and decided to have a ham sandwich. She never kept kosher again, nor did she observe the home ceremonies such as lighting Shabbat candles. She did, however, maintain a sense of Jewish identity, and we had family religious celebrations together. But near the end of her life, she confessed to me that she had stopped believing in god.
My father, again at the age of 16, became very ill with pneumonia. This was before antibiotics, and the country doc in Butte, Montana, told my grandmother that unless he had ham, he would die. So she threw caution aside, and gave him ham. (The doc was ignorant and culturally insensitive, and my grandmother desperately wanted to keep her son alive). After that, THEY never kept kosher again, either. And my father, again, identified as Jewish, but never wanted to have much to do with the religion.
So I wasn't raised with the trappings of you MUST do this or must believe this. I did go to Sunday School and Hebrew School, but again, the emphasis was on history, holidays, ethics and philosophy, and not on god's omnipotence or vengeance. I think this is typical of a Reform Jewish education, but NOT an Orthodox one.
So while my family identified as Jews, and I still do, it was not at all difficult to gradually slip from a belief in god to a place of doubt. My brother, on the other hand, says that he had a moment of insight at about age 12, and never had any belief at all after that.
I will admit to being fascinated by so many of the stories I read here about Christian upbringings -- I really didn't have the same experience. But I also think there is an element of emotional intelligence (as opposed to academic intelligence) and honesty involved -- it's HARD to stand on your own 2 feet without the thought of a savior to rescue you if you get into trouble, and who will counsel you if you're confused (forget the fact that the so-called answers to prayers actually originate in the pray-er's own head). Not to speak of someone who will intercede with you to the BIG BOSS.
It doesn't bother me that some people have this need to believe -- some people are using it to be upright citizens and be good. Others are using it for craziness, which is highly condemnable, and which we need to fight against. We always need to remember that when we talk about religious people.
Another explanation: a happy childhood leads to a later-in-life opposition to change; an unhappy childhood leads to a later-in-life desire for change. An origin of conservatism vs progressivism?
I want to meet the namby-pamby who took the edge off that ancient(?) Chinese curse: "May you live in a time of change."