It’s been a strange day. A lot of thoughts have been going through my head lately. It seems that I have been confronted with religion a lot more frequently this past week and it has been annoying, to say the least.
*Flashback*
As a child, I was weird, different, whatever. I questioned the Sunday school teachers, corrected our pastor in the middle of his sermons (ex. women don’t have an extra rib), and let my curiosity make the church dislike me. I remember having a kid in my Sunday school class tell me that his parents told him that I was Satan. Apparently, the fact that I questioned, didn’t blindly follow, and made others curious… well, I was the devil to them. They weren’t the only family to believe this. Word spread, being a small town, and I was tormented by my peers.
*Flash forward*
If you get told something enough times, you actually start to believe it. A close friend, jokingly (I hope), made a pretty convincing case that I am Satan.
Top Five Reasons that I am the Devil (according to my asshole friends)
1. I find pleasure in people not believing in a god.
2. I cause other people to question their faith.
3. I’m a “bad” person in an attractive package.
4. I appear innocent.
5. I passionately dislike the religious.
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