my mother’s response to every atheist thing i say is “deep down you’re a believer, that’s why you’re attacking me”. when i tell her that if she believes in all that, she also believes i’m going to hell, she tells me “you aren’t because you’re going to believe again, i know because i have faith in god”. when that pisses me off, she tells me i’m reacting so heavily because i’m in doubt and she’s confusing me, and that’s why i’m in denial.

i’ve always tried to treat her with respect even though i think she’s utterly wrong, but since she’s not deigning to do so with me, i will act likewise now.

In 2008 I was fourteen years old, and I was in a car with my parents, listening to the radio talking about a gay demonstration in Sydney because of the pope’s visit. I asked why they didn’t want him to come, and my mother explained to me that gays were not welcome at the World Youth Day, or in Christian church in general. I got really angry because I didn’t understand. My mother claimed it wasn’t that bad; they could still be free Christians. Then I started thinking about why they weren’t welcome, and I didn’t understand how they were going to hell, were they hurting anyone? So far religious education and catechetical instruction had successfully eluded that subject, so I really didn’t know it was that bad. My father said that as a Christian, you don’t have to accept everything the bible says - God’s words were changed by people’s own opinions at the time. Then he and my mother started arguing about how you can’t just pick the things you like out of a religion, you either believe or you don’t. I said to my mother, “So if you believe in everything, you believe gays are going to hell.” She negated, but her arguments were really illogical and contradicted themselves. When I asked her what she would do if one of her kids found out they were gay, she just said: “It doesn’t matter if I would disapprove; it’s their choice, in the end.”

Their response to me getting angry was “She’s just having a rebellious phase, every kid her age is”. They didn’t take me seriously then, they’re not doing so now.

My mother’s parents were severe catholics. That doesn’t mean she’s not acting wrong and sometimes she pisses me off so bad I could slap her. She was right, though; if you pick the things you’d like to believe out of a religion, it’s not your religion.

Oh. I would love to see my grandmother’s face if me or my siblings came to visit with a same sex partner.

I think what I was saying with that is I’m not answering your question but just aimlessly rattling on a bit, hoping you get some sort of message.

YES, then they definitely are.
I think some people don’t understand what the fuck they’re doing, and others aren’t being dicks, they are dicks.

I was about ten, and I realized it’s absurd to believe in all of it. But I was so scared to be left without anything that I continued to live that life without really believing in anything, but claiming to. It was a little difficult with catholic parents and christian friends in a catholic city on a catholic school. Until, at a certain point, I didn’t anymore. And I’m happy about it.

My entire family is catholic, so it’s hard for me to say they’re all dicks. I think it’s a matter of what you’re told your entire life. I was raised that way. If I hadn’t started to doubt at a certain point, I would still be that way, I think.

I think they’re wrong, and though their religion might help them in certain situations, it does a huge lot more damage. Christianism is not a good thing - but not all Christians are assholes. They sure act like them, they sure believe in a lot of crap, but it’s not ultimately their fault. If you asked me about Christianism, I would’ve been a lot more aggressive, I suppose.

Agnostic atheists are atheistic because they do not hold a belief in the existence of any deity, and agnostic because they do not claim to know with certainty whether any deity exists. The agnostic atheist may be contrasted with the agnostic theist, who does believe that one or more deities exist but does not claim to have absolute knowledge of such.

we have no predetermined nature, nor is there anything higher. there is no meaning.

“I don’t believe in God. I don’t believe in anything. No afterlife, no karma, no spirits, no soul, no “the one”, no “higher connection” between any two people, no person or entity that cares about anything or anyone for any reason besides self-serving survival and reproduction instincts, no good, no evil, no purpose, no meaning, not a goddamn thing. I don’t even strictly “believe” that my wireless keyboard is in my lap right now – I think that it is, but I accept that I could be wrong. If I suddenly woke up in a lab and a scientist told me “we just put electrodes in your brain that made you experience a non-existing keyboard”, I would accept that. I don’t take anything on faith. All I believe in is partial probabilities. I find it highly unlikely that I’m experiencing a non-existing keyboard, and I find it highly unlikely that “good people go to Heaven” and “bad people go to Hell”, but I accept that I don’t know for sure.” SOURCE

the same way i think of heterosexuality. you’re born either way and it’s neither disgusting nor immoral nor a sin.

i know that my mom thought i was a horrible baby, i was always screaming and annoying and even during pregnancy i went on my mom’s nerves

i made her gain weight, i made her the angry stressed person she is today, i made her first grey hair grow, etc