I’m an atheist. I have come to the conclusion that I didn’t choose to believe this way, it just kind of happened. I really really tried to believe in God, and I tried for years. It was a matter of life and death for me.
8 years in Alcoholics Anonymous with me praying to God, then to the sun, the wind, the ocean… then it just got completely ridiculous. I’m not going to get into the whole thing, but let’s just say it was really painful and I thought I was going to end up miserable for the rest of my life if I didn’t get it. I read and read and read, and prayed and prayed and prayed, and felt more hopeless by the day.
When I finally tossed it all over the side, I got this happy feeling that I was finally free of the baggage of worrying about it all. I have more tolerance in my life now than I ever did. I still judge people, but it’s less on whether they agree with me than on other factors that I find much more important.
So when people say they’re going to pray for me, it’s a little painful. I don’t like it. Now, I’d never tell them to stuff it if they’re coming from a good place. There’s a good percentage of the time that they’re looking down their noses at me as a poor little lost sheep, but THEY’VE got the answer and so they feel sorry for me. When that attitude comes in I silently seethe. I also know just how futile it is to talk to these people about this, because I’m not going to change them. I’m not even going to jigger any politeness out of them about it. They’re going to feel bad, I’m going to feel bad, etc. S
ometimes they just look happy and secure in their faith and it makes them feel better. THAT grinds on me as well. I’m unable to achieve that kind of happiness because the IPU didn’t brand me with Her hooves. It would be nice to have that kind of security. It’s kind of like seeing somebody drive by in a Mercedes that their parents bought for them. I’m jealous, I guess. I don’t have much of a roadmap for the same kind of eternal happiness without a God to rely on for fulfillment. This has been a rather recent development although a long time in coming, so I’m going to have to find something other than escapism to find fulfillment in. I’ve been working on some things that I’m finding a good deal of satisfaction in but it’s not much of a replacement for eternal bliss, you know?
So I just leave it alone. If they’re just being polite and don’t know me, I don’t sweat it much. Maybe with some time my wounds over religion will heal and I won’t take it so personally anymore.
It would be nice if religious people just confined themselves to blessing those who go to church with them, though. I doubt that would occur to them, but whatever, you know? It just seems like religious people are completely unable to keep their good news to themselves. It’s annoying.
I smoke cigarettes. When I’m around other people I don’t ask if they mind if I smoke. I just don’t smoke around them until I find out whether or not they smoke. I belong to a group that allows smoking inside the building. I choose not to smoke in that building most of the time because I know that most of them don’t smoke and don’t like the smell. I step outside. Every once in a while they let me know it’s OK to smoke inside, but I know that there are a few there who really get bothered by the smoke. I don’t assert my right to smoke there, which I could, and I don’t take the position that the people who get bothered by it are just babies or whatever. I just go outside for a smoke. I enjoy my smoke. Nobody gets bothered. Why can’t religious people just respect that some people don’t like to hear about it?
I read these threads about the debate mostly to read what the other atheists are writing in order to find a little fellowship on that point.