The other day I came out of my christianity closet and announced to a friend that I was an atheist. (oh no!)
It was… an experience…
It’s always fun to be looked at and for someone to say “You’re going to burn in hell” to your face.
In fact, she was the first person I told who reacted negatively. But my, oh my, was it negative.
By the way, I’m going to lose my eternal life and satan won me over with the seduction of “secular life”.
But I told her that was okay. I’m okay burning in hell for eternity, because, fuck it. I don’t believe in an all-mighty-monogamous-preaching man in the sky, and it makes me feel FUCKING GOOD.
And I’m happy this way. I’m happy in my sinful and awful ways, because this is who I fucking am and if you don’t like that.. Screw you. You don’t have to appreciate my happiness for it to continue making me happy.
Religion isn’t anything but books and superstitions, and yet I’m the one who is looked at like an alien for saying that I believe in something that can actually be proven.
If you don’t already know what I mean, it’s called science, bitches.
You can believe whatever you want to, and you can try and convert me. But, I live with a pastor and he has yet to do that. So, good luck, children.