Yes, I'm an atheist.
Yes, that really does mean I don't
believe in God.
Yes, really. No temples, no church,
no Gita, zilch, squat, zero, nil. Nothing. Clear enough? Lovely?
The thing is right, I don't get why most atheists are so IN YOUR FACE about their beliefs. Jesus. You don't like Jesus. Good. Good on you.
You think Hindus are backward
hillbilly retards with no real understanding of the universe? You think
Catholics are pseudo-science-spouting, assiduously ignorant zealots who refuse
to play into your beliefs of a Godless existence? You think theists in general are all
fanatical psychopaths out to destroy your carefully, 'logically' constructed
universe where everything is explicable and everyone unlike you is a
dumbed-down halfwit?
YOU THINK I CARE?
Honestly, dude, you need to sit the holy crap DOWN and re-evaluate why exactly you think you're the shizz. I mean, man, I like atheists. They have interesting intellectual debates that are purely based on facts and not based on scriptures during a time when Galileo was murdered for saying the Earth revolved around the sun (Yeah, I'm touchy about that). They're good, fun people with a devilish sense of humor and heaven help me, they're all rebels. Who doesn't like a rebel?
The problem with this generation of atheists is that until now, we've had no mass medium of expression and of coming together. Christians had church, Muslims had mosques, Buddhists had temples, even vampire covens had mansions in Transylvania.
And then, Atheists had le Internet.
And then, shit went down.
Seriously, everyone is ranting and raving their heads off. You meet an atheist and all he'll try to do is convince you of how messed up your beliefs are until he's fucking frothing at the mouth - I've seen this happen, I speak from experience.
Dude. You sound like a fucking evangelist one of those pro-terrorism camps. What'll you do next? Blow up a
bus to prove that people don't actually go to heaven?
I like the cleaning lady who comes over to my place. She goes out of her way to help my mom, she makes my bed on days I feel particularly shitty and she believes in charity even though she can't afford to do much.
She's a damned fine woman, irrespective of the fact that she has no idea what the words 'biological evolution' or 'quantum mechanics' mean.
She held my hand, and prayed for me
on my birthday a few days back. She prayed for my studies and my classes, my
friends and my family, my future and my health. She prayed honestly and
wonderfully, and I had tears in my eyes at the end.
Do I believe Jesus - or fucking Tinkerbell in her hot little green number - is going to wave a magic wand and sprinkle fairy dust and make everything come true?
No.
Did it feel real nice that someone had in their heart to spend 5 minutes of their day just to pray for me?
Yes. Yes, it bloody well did.
Do Christians organize themselves in masses to send aid and food relief to Somalia even if some of them are racist arseholes who deserve nothing better than a sharp kick where it hurts? Yes.
Did Art of Living organize lakhs for
the people who lost everything during the floods in Uttarakhand and volunteer
for weeks in the camps set up there, even if Sri Sri is disgustingly, filthy rich? Yes.
Do Muslims religiously pay Zakat every year because it's
right sodding there in the five Pillars?
Yes, yes and fucking yes.
Shove that up your logical ass, Spock.
We're really, really messed up, alright? Some of us have a pathological need to look up into the stars and believe someone is watching over us. It is a need to be parented and mollycoddled and taught how to live life. Some of us just are that way.
And some of us are smart-mouthed rebels, so if you think you're 'all that', learn to live and let go and just chill dude. He's got Jesus; you got science. He's got Limbaugh; you've got Hawking. He's got the good Christian girl; you got the rebel (thinking of it that way usually helps you to stop caring whatever the holy smoke the religious ones are doing with their lives).
So why you gotta hate, man?
Just don't hate.
