This site is now public… I’ve announced it as being up on facebook, hoping to get some discussion!

Because I can’t speak for anyone else but myself…

Like everyone else in the world, I was born an atheist. There were no gods until the society that I was brought up in imposed those thoughts into my helpless head.

Unlike most people, it didn’t work with me. At all.

Not because my relatives didn’t try, though.  They were very thorough, like most in the mid-west. Looking back, they were quite fanatical about it.

And I did not give a hint that I didn’t believe the bullshit… but, some way or another, I saw the real world; the surrealistic statements that were issued when my sister was killed stand out in my mind… before that, I was kinda thinking that I was somehow deficient and stupid. After that, I knew that that description fitted almost everyone that I knew… but not myself.

I started getting rebellious in high school… refusing to go to church, keeping my eyes open when the blessings were said over meals, stuff like that.

My dog tags have “No Preference” on them. They wouldn’t allow “atheist”.

Even though I knew I was an atheist, I wanted to marry a Catholic girl, so I went through the motions. And father John told me that no, I didn’t have to believe, just go through the motions, like he did, heh.

I was a better Catholic during our marriage than my wife was, but as soon as I moved out, I was done with the pretense. That was 32 years ago. Very happy years.

So, that’s my story. What’s yours?