Religion

    I mock a lot of religions. If I had to put them in an order: Scientology, Wesrboro Baptist Churchism, Mormonism, Jehovah's Witnessesism, Catholicism, Southern Baptistism and any denomination of Christianity that has people speaking in tongues. I mock them mostly because they're funny to me. I know other people believe in this, and they have every right too. Hell, if I actually wrote out everything about my religion (that is- no shit- based off of ideas I learned watching Stargate SG-1) people would mock it too. They have every right too. Just like they have a right to make fun of the fact I'm white, heterosexual, male, and born in Texas.

    I'm all for racist/sexist/nationalist jokes made by people that are not racist/sexist/nationalist. Why? Because people do not choose any of those. You can not pick your race, your sex, your sexual preference, or your place of birth. Just like you can not choose your religion.

    My parents took me to a Lutheran church when I was a kid and I knew it was not for me. I spent every service doodling and shaking my head at things I disagreed with. I couldn't help to disagree with somethings. It wasn't because of environment. My dad was going to be a Catholic Priest and like a good person he never shoved God down my throat. I grew up and went through the steps to become confirmed. Which is as pompous and paranoid as it sounds. I never made it. I went to talk to the kids I grew up with and had fun with. I was told I had to start going to Sunday school. Something I activity avoided because I loathe it and the unbelievable things it thought me. My parents didn't make me go and we stopped going to church.

    My Mother and Father still much believes in the Christian god. My Mom believes in Noah's Ark and not evolution. That's okay with me just like my beliefs are okay with them.

    The point is, I couldn't and never was a Christian. I feel for the gay community because I know how it feels. I grew up with a lie that I kept going and kept from everyone. You can not choose your religion. It tortured me that I couldn't believe. I felt like I was given an universal truth printed on the back of a get out of hell free/heaven party pass and I just didn't know how to use it. I felt stupid, I felt like I was betraying the people around me. I loved my pastor. I still have great memories of him and other people and things done in the church. It just wasn't for me.

    I couldn't do it.