1.) My husband has explicit instructions for my cremation and which two places I want my ashes scattered. He’s promised to do what I wish; if he disposes of me somehow else that’s fine. He could use me as a Halloween decoration for all I’ll know.
2.) My family is a mix of religions, but I never knew until I was an adult that my dad and his mom were both atheists. None of my friends (except Mr.Holly) are atheists; most are fundamentalist Christians. One is a Wiccan. I’m self-employed now, but when I worked in the hospital I didn’t know anyone who would have admitted to being nonchristian for fear of severe repercussions.
3.) I’d never say grace on a date, but I have felt forced to pray in nursing school and at work for fear of being fired or expelled.
4.) I rarely call anyone on Sunday mornings. I don’t have the luxury of sleeping in, but I agree it’s a great time to grocery shop.
5.) I haven’t been in a situation where I’d be asked to say the Pledge since I was a Christian myself, but I’d just omit “under God”. It peeves me that they stuck that in there anyway; it ruins the rhythm of the verse.
6.) I would love to have a chance to discuss my beliefs, but the few people who know what my beliefs are rarely mention it. They consider my atheism to be a shameful thing and occasionally they try to preach. For the most part, they just stay silent and try to pretend I’m not really a hellbound infidel.
7.) I think we have more fun than most Christian families because we’re free to celebrate anything we want. It’s great to introduce the kids to different religious traditions. I really dig the Winter Solstice parties.
8.) It hasn’t interfered with my romantic life. My husband was raised to be a fundamentalist, but he was too stoic to buy into the hysterical crying and speaking in tongues. After that, religion had no importance in his life. I gradually abandoned Christianity during the first few years of our marriage, and he comfortably morphed into an atheist too. If I was single again, I’d probably move back to Illinois.
a.) I’d respect my mom’s burial wishes, no matter how goofy she wanted it to be.
b.) The only friend I have with a religiously affected diet is a Mormon, but she’s never eaten at my house.
c.) I never pray, not even when I’m terrified. At certain times, I do wish that I still believed I had someone to pray to. Praying was such a habit with me when I was a Christian- I spoke “to God” several times during every day- that it was kind of difficult to not do it anymore.
d.) I’d be thrilled if my kids became atheists too, but it’s more important to me that they’re comfortable with their beliefs (or nonbeliefs). I’d much rather my child be a happy fundamentalist Christian who never spoke to me again than a miserable atheist. (In my experience, though, the fundamentalist Christians I know receive far more unhappiness from their religion than comfort.)
e.) The only way my beliefs affect my travel is that I feel an enormous sense of relief any time I step outside of the Bible Belt.
We all know the great side-effects of being atheists. What do you think is the worst thing about being atheist?
For me, it was the initial terror when it occurred to me that if god doesn’t exist, there’s no nice guy in the sky to prevent death from being really, really, horribly painful. By now, I’ve seen enough people die that I don’t worry about it.