TAW122
Emissary of the right to die.
- Aug 30, 2018
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Before I begin, I want to say that I am not trying to knock on others for believing in God or religion and that I don't have anything against anyone who does as long as they don't impose it on me. Also, this will be a long story so please bear with me. Without further ado, here is my story.
During my childhood, I met an acquaintance in elementary school and during my first few years up until maybe 4th grade or so, I never went to church, but instead stayed home on Sunday mornings. After meeting said acquaintance, his family started to invite me to church as well as my family. As a young naive child, I was malleable and didn't really have much critical thinking skills to question things in deep thought or anything. I didn't feel comfortable, but instead I complied and went with the program. Most of the time, during Sunday school and service, I couldn't understand things as my reading comprehension was poor (this was also during the time before the Internet was organized and stuff -- late 90's maybe). I was gullible and followed what others taught despite rebelling oftenly. Eventually I submitted due to parents pressure as well as peer pressure. One day, after church service, the church went to lunch at a pizza place and there were arcades. I had some quarters and wanted to play a specific one, which was a shooting game where you shoot aliens from threatening Earth (Area 51: Site 4 iirc) and then the pastor (who was chaperone and in charge at the time) intervened, physically prevented me from playing the game (even though it was my own money/parents' money) and it really really shook me badly at the time. It took me years before I over came it.
During my teenage years, our family stopped going to church over time due to becoming busier with life and what not as well as a focus on academics and school. As I aged and started to understand things more and had more doubts, I viewed religion as an evil and eventually turned into an anti-theist during my early 20's and up until 25 or so. My teenage years sucked as my parents were the most abusive during that time since they wanted me to be socially successful, academically successful, and just about every demand they could push on me. The worst thing was after shit treatment, they try to play the ignorance and the Jesus card (in other words trying to whitewash and get me to get over it sweep it under the rug) This was also during the time where I started to consider ctb as a possible option, but extreme rage took over and that preoccupied me for a while. My parents' aren't religious nor did they believe in God, especially not my father (my mother did but she is more secular than ever and doesn't practice what she preaches - thus a hypocrite), but instead decide to pick and choose things and even kept mentioning 'the Bible (insert whatever moral value)' blah blah blah, and religion says blah etc. It only infuriated me further as it was dismissing my grievances as well as trying to justify and excuse their actions. Anyways I'm not gonna go too far off tangent.
Fast forward to college, I wasn't the best student but I was a decent enough student to be just slightly above average. During the time in college when I've developed critical thinking skills, I found religion and the Bible as well as God to just be absurd, logically there was not concrete evidence for me to believe. There was logical fallacies, contradictions, and inconsistencies in the Bible as well as the teachings of religious people. Then of course, there are apologists, ah those who go to great lengths to defend religion and cherry pick shit to make their claim valid (while violating countless rules of laws of logic). Furthermore, I didn't agree with it's teachings or the values (forgiving people for hurting you, love your enemies bullshit, etc.). Finally, of course, I never really benefit from following God or Christianity, but rather hindered me (I could go on but that'll make it too long) and just created more hassle for me.
For sometime in my mid twenties, I did a short experiment of living like a Christian, it was the worst trial experiment that I've done. Not only did I feel out of place, limited to what I could do, I felt this sort of disgusting feeling that I was fucked and weak. I quickly learned it wasn't for me and after a few months, I've decided, fuck it, back to atheism. I wouldn't be an anti-theist, but I am an atheist. So with that said there's my story and experiences with religion.
Short summary - Got burned by religion growing up and ended up disliking it, but even after thorough examination (during college and even post college, during grad school and post-grad school) of religion, I've arrived at the conclusion that there isn't a God. Now assuming there is one, I'd accept suffering the consequences of an shitty afterlife (hell, purgatory, etc.) knowing that I've exercised my free-will while on Earth and not simply submitting to a greater power just because.
During my childhood, I met an acquaintance in elementary school and during my first few years up until maybe 4th grade or so, I never went to church, but instead stayed home on Sunday mornings. After meeting said acquaintance, his family started to invite me to church as well as my family. As a young naive child, I was malleable and didn't really have much critical thinking skills to question things in deep thought or anything. I didn't feel comfortable, but instead I complied and went with the program. Most of the time, during Sunday school and service, I couldn't understand things as my reading comprehension was poor (this was also during the time before the Internet was organized and stuff -- late 90's maybe). I was gullible and followed what others taught despite rebelling oftenly. Eventually I submitted due to parents pressure as well as peer pressure. One day, after church service, the church went to lunch at a pizza place and there were arcades. I had some quarters and wanted to play a specific one, which was a shooting game where you shoot aliens from threatening Earth (Area 51: Site 4 iirc) and then the pastor (who was chaperone and in charge at the time) intervened, physically prevented me from playing the game (even though it was my own money/parents' money) and it really really shook me badly at the time. It took me years before I over came it.
During my teenage years, our family stopped going to church over time due to becoming busier with life and what not as well as a focus on academics and school. As I aged and started to understand things more and had more doubts, I viewed religion as an evil and eventually turned into an anti-theist during my early 20's and up until 25 or so. My teenage years sucked as my parents were the most abusive during that time since they wanted me to be socially successful, academically successful, and just about every demand they could push on me. The worst thing was after shit treatment, they try to play the ignorance and the Jesus card (in other words trying to whitewash and get me to get over it sweep it under the rug) This was also during the time where I started to consider ctb as a possible option, but extreme rage took over and that preoccupied me for a while. My parents' aren't religious nor did they believe in God, especially not my father (my mother did but she is more secular than ever and doesn't practice what she preaches - thus a hypocrite), but instead decide to pick and choose things and even kept mentioning 'the Bible (insert whatever moral value)' blah blah blah, and religion says blah etc. It only infuriated me further as it was dismissing my grievances as well as trying to justify and excuse their actions. Anyways I'm not gonna go too far off tangent.
Fast forward to college, I wasn't the best student but I was a decent enough student to be just slightly above average. During the time in college when I've developed critical thinking skills, I found religion and the Bible as well as God to just be absurd, logically there was not concrete evidence for me to believe. There was logical fallacies, contradictions, and inconsistencies in the Bible as well as the teachings of religious people. Then of course, there are apologists, ah those who go to great lengths to defend religion and cherry pick shit to make their claim valid (while violating countless rules of laws of logic). Furthermore, I didn't agree with it's teachings or the values (forgiving people for hurting you, love your enemies bullshit, etc.). Finally, of course, I never really benefit from following God or Christianity, but rather hindered me (I could go on but that'll make it too long) and just created more hassle for me.
For sometime in my mid twenties, I did a short experiment of living like a Christian, it was the worst trial experiment that I've done. Not only did I feel out of place, limited to what I could do, I felt this sort of disgusting feeling that I was fucked and weak. I quickly learned it wasn't for me and after a few months, I've decided, fuck it, back to atheism. I wouldn't be an anti-theist, but I am an atheist. So with that said there's my story and experiences with religion.
Short summary - Got burned by religion growing up and ended up disliking it, but even after thorough examination (during college and even post college, during grad school and post-grad school) of religion, I've arrived at the conclusion that there isn't a God. Now assuming there is one, I'd accept suffering the consequences of an shitty afterlife (hell, purgatory, etc.) knowing that I've exercised my free-will while on Earth and not simply submitting to a greater power just because.
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