Atheism. Yo. Don't Out Me, Bro.
Haha, so I dunno, I really got into searching Atheist Parenting blogs, and I was surprised that I really didn’t find a whole lot. Then I got really turned off by the militant, proselytizing, self-righteousness in the ones that I did find… and then it occurred to me that a lot of Atheist parents have NOTHING to say on the matter, because it’s probably a lot like being You’re Average Parent to them, Idk. So I just see an abundance of this shit because THOSE are the motherfuckers who have something to say, I guess.
I don’t know! As usual, you know, I fit somewhere in the middle. I don’t even know if that is truly accurate-I don’t really sit in the middle of some line between hardcore militant atheists and you know some closeted atheist who thinks we shouldn’t rock the boat if we don’t have to. Cuz. I AM a closeted atheist. I don’t talk about my atheism! The FUCK for? You know?
Cuz here’s the deal. I live in the Bible Belt. And listen. I’m not saying that with this Atheist negative connotation, you know, like “ooooh, the BIBLE BELT, freeeeaky Christians!” In most ways, the Bible Belt is a lot like other places in the US (the fuck do I know, I’ve lived here and Cali. In Cali everyone seemed to be either Atheist or “Half Jewish.”) And I get in these BBC kicks and I was watching a series where these British people really exaggerated the novelty of the Bible Belt culture, and I found it so amusing. They had this tone of astonishment at the fact that there was a Church “literally” (by the way, from now on, I’m ALWAYS going to pronounce the word “literally” as the Brits do) on every corner, like, you know, instead of Starbucks. I laughed at the hyperbole! And then, really late, I drove my car up the road, “literally” (hehe) a mile and a half away. …And I passed fucking 12 churches, no fucking joke. I was like “man, why did I NEVER notice that there were 12 fucking churches between my house and the fucking library down the street!” And I think I didn’t notice because people are people, basically, you know? Christians aren’t weird. They aren’t the other. BUT! 12 Churches in less than a few miles? I am surrounded by very nice people who see the world completely different than I do. There is a LOT going on under the surface. And honestly, I don’t wanna GO under the surface. Yick. That really for the most part just devolves into a very awkward (if not outright hostile) conversation, for all parties. And they think it’s like their duty to save nonbelievers n shit, so, yeeeah, I really don’t want to go there! I don’t want to hear it! They don’t wanna worry I’m going to hell. Not my job to enlighten them. If they want enlightenment, they can go get it, I’m not stopping them. I mean. It sounds like a lot of work to “stand up for myself and express my beliefs.” Is that, like, supposed to be satisfying, or something?
I don’t know! As usual, you know, I fit somewhere in the middle. I don’t even know if that is truly accurate-I don’t really sit in the middle of some line between hardcore militant atheists and you know some closeted atheist who thinks we shouldn’t rock the boat if we don’t have to. Cuz. I AM a closeted atheist. I don’t talk about my atheism! The FUCK for? You know?
Cuz here’s the deal. I live in the Bible Belt. And listen. I’m not saying that with this Atheist negative connotation, you know, like “ooooh, the BIBLE BELT, freeeeaky Christians!” In most ways, the Bible Belt is a lot like other places in the US (the fuck do I know, I’ve lived here and Cali. In Cali everyone seemed to be either Atheist or “Half Jewish.”) And I get in these BBC kicks and I was watching a series where these British people really exaggerated the novelty of the Bible Belt culture, and I found it so amusing. They had this tone of astonishment at the fact that there was a Church “literally” (by the way, from now on, I’m ALWAYS going to pronounce the word “literally” as the Brits do) on every corner, like, you know, instead of Starbucks. I laughed at the hyperbole! And then, really late, I drove my car up the road, “literally” (hehe) a mile and a half away. …And I passed fucking 12 churches, no fucking joke. I was like “man, why did I NEVER notice that there were 12 fucking churches between my house and the fucking library down the street!” And I think I didn’t notice because people are people, basically, you know? Christians aren’t weird. They aren’t the other. BUT! 12 Churches in less than a few miles? I am surrounded by very nice people who see the world completely different than I do. There is a LOT going on under the surface. And honestly, I don’t wanna GO under the surface. Yick. That really for the most part just devolves into a very awkward (if not outright hostile) conversation, for all parties. And they think it’s like their duty to save nonbelievers n shit, so, yeeeah, I really don’t want to go there! I don’t want to hear it! They don’t wanna worry I’m going to hell. Not my job to enlighten them. If they want enlightenment, they can go get it, I’m not stopping them. I mean. It sounds like a lot of work to “stand up for myself and express my beliefs.” Is that, like, supposed to be satisfying, or something?