Hi, I’m Charlie. I’m an Atheist.
I use to say that “an Atheist doesn’t believe in God, and an Agnostic is to scared to admit it.” Well, that’s not entirely true. An Agnostic, as far as I understand, is actually someone who believes that there is “something” responsible for the way everything is, just not a personified “God”.
I use to consider myself an Agnostic, but I think it was because I was afraid to go all the way and be honest with myself. The fact is, there ain’t no God. That’s not what I “believe”, it’s what I know to be fact. Christians, Muslims, Jews, Buddhists, and Mormons are no more legitimate than Scientologists. Every one of those religions is as delusional as the last.
*EDIT: Upon further reflection, i’m now of the opinion that Scientology is on a whole other level of delusion than the other mainstream religions. Those Scientologists are just daffy. EDIT*
My father was the son of a Baptist minister, and my mother was the daughter of a strict Italian Catholic man. Both of my folks did the Sunday thing religiously (pun intended). Along the way tho, something happened.
For my mom, I think it had to do with the fact that her dad, whom I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting, divorced her mom, my grandmother, while she was very young. So much for being a devout Catholic, huh? Divorce is a big NO-NO to the Catholics. I think that was pretty much the end of my mom’s Sundays in church.
My dad on the other hand, came from a wonderful, loving, home. His parents, my grandparents, were very much in love, and couldn’t have been nicer people. They were very Baptist, and didn’t even share the same bedroom. It was nuts I tell ya.
Anyway, my dad went to ‘Nam. He got married before he left, and came back and got a divorce. I think that the whole thing was the end of my dad’s religious days. For a loooong while at least.
Religion was never really a big deal in my house growing up. My parents never really talked about it at all. No Jesus figurines, or anything on the walls. We certainly didn’t go to church, ever. Don’t ask me why, it’s just how it was. I always just assumed that God must be real, just like Santa Claus, and the Tooth Fairy, it was just never pushed on me, but growing up in the very religious south, Angleton County, Texas to be exact, I heard everyone else talk about God all the time. He was everywhere.
I can remember that around the age of 5 or 6, I began to question God, and religion in general. In fact, I specifically remember sitting on the living room floor, and asking my mom “if dinosaurs were real, how could there be an Adam and Eve?” Mom didn’t really have an answer. She just said that she wondered the same thing before, but it was understood that God was still real. I wasn’t so sure.
Thru my high school years, I had a rather fun fascination with Jesus. The image, the artwork, the stories, everything about him. I saw Jesus as the embodiment of all religions. I started going to thrift stores and collecting anything with Jesus on it I could find. You wouldn’t blieve some of the tacky junk I found. Turned out Jesus was HUGE! He was everywhere, man!
I’m not sure what the fascination was, but I think I was trying to process the lie that was Christianity. I began to notice that Christians, didn’t believe that non-Christians would go to Heaven. I sorta thought that was shitty, so I began looking into other religions for the first time. Turns out that all of the other religions thought the same thing! I recognized a huge hypocrisy, and I just couldn’t wrap my mind around it.
Why do all of these people, believe different things? Why do they all think that THEIR God is better than everyone else’s? Then it occurred to me- it was all bullshit. The whole thing was 100% rubbish. They were ALL wrong. I had learned a great truth that day. There is no God. Religion is a lie.
I knew that day that I was officially an Atheist, but I was afraid to admit it. Like I said, my parents weren’t exactly practicing their faiths, but it was always assumed that there was a God, and that we were a Christian family. In other words, years of religious indoctrination had created a fear in me to actually admit that I didn’t believe in a false God. I can only imagine what someone from a very religious family must have to go through when and if they come to the same realization I did.
It’s time for me to just give up pretending that there might be “Something” that created the Earth and people. I know that there is no personification of Man that created ANYTHING at all. There is no God.
Hi, I’m Charlie. I’m an Atheist. Don’t hate.
May 17th, 2007 at 6:32 pm
I understand your feelings on this subject but my question is, If it isn’t
a god who created all of this then who did?? What is at the end of the universe?? and who can see it??
May 17th, 2007 at 7:09 pm
“If it isn’t
a god who created all of this then who did??”
You’re asking a loaded question. There is no “who”.
As for what’s at the end of the universe, hey, I don’t even know what’s at the bottom of my garbage disposal. BUT, if someone is going to suggest that a magical man who lives in the clouds is responsible for everything that is, well then, I need a little proof.
I don’t want to suggest that I have all the answers, because Lord knows I don’t (haha). I’m a firm believer in evolution, and I reject any assertion that an “intelligent being” created the universe.
The Bible is filled with falsehoods, like Adam and Eve, talking snakes, and unbelievable tales like Noah and the flood. From my point of view, all of the other religious texts are just as silly as the Christian Bible. They’re all seemingly based on little more than fairy stories.
I simply can not believe in tall tales. I need proof that there’s a God. So far, there is none. I do however welcome the debate.