Meme Tagged: My first day as an Atheist
I’m not dead. I’ve just been working overtime. 67 hours in 6 days…and then I caught the flu. The next post is almost ready and will be up shortly. Promise. In the meantime, Db0 tagged me with a new atheist-related meme, (it’s a first for me too, deebeezer) and I’m jumping on it:
Can You Remember The Day That You Officially Became An Atheist?
I remember the first day I called myself an atheist. But I realized that day that I’d been an atheist for a long time before admitting it out loud. I was scared of the word — I thought there was no taking it back once it was out there. Silly, right?
Do you remember the day you officially became an agnostic?
My deconversion was a long, confusing, messy process. Looking back on it, I became an agnostic when I was 13. That’s when I went from thinking “This religion doesn’t make sense, but I’ll believe it anyway,” to thinking, “Oh shit, this religion doesn’t make sense and I can’t believe this.” There wasn’t a specific day or one particular incident that made me question God.
How about the last time you spoke or prayed to God with actual thought that someone was listening?
The actual thought that someone was listening? Never. Never ever. Not even when I was a believer believer. The whole thing just seemed a little theatrical to me. The last time I spoke to God was when I was 22 and had just been mega-dumped by this guy I dated for 5 years. And by mega-dumped, I mean that he didn’t have the balls to do it to my face. He called his dad who called my dad who called my sister who called me to let me know it was over. No joke. I went on a long drive to nowhere that night. I was all pissed off and thinking about how unfair life is, etc. How shitheads like my (fresh) ex walk all over people and still get whatever they want whenever they want it. I rolled down the window and shouting at the snow, “Ha ha, funny guy. If you exist, you’re a real fucking asshole.” And I also flipped him off. I half expected a lightening bolt to strike me down or for my car to veer off a bridge or something, but nothing. I drove home and went to sleep. The end.
Here is a good one: Were you agnostic towards ghosts, even after you became an atheist?
Ghosts, jinns and angels were the first to go for me. My parents taught me — get this shit — that you shouldn’t talk or sing in the shower because that means your 2 angels have to come in there and record what you’re doing. Which is, like, way embarrassing for the angels. That, right there, killed the very idea for me. It seemed so…stupid. Ghosts and jinns followed shortly after.
Do you want to be wrong?
Meh. I don’t care if I’m wrong. If I am wrong (which seems highly unlikely), then so be it. I made my bed, and I’m totally willing to lie in it. If the god of the OT or Quran does exist, I’d be more than happy to call him an asshole to his face.
Tag, you’re it! But only if you have time and if you’re feeling up to it. Word?