Windy Sydney

Today I was asked about my religion at my new job. I knew it was only a matter of time, and I just told the girl that I didn't believe in organized religion, and that I was happy with my belief system the way it was. She took that as an invitation to share her thoughts and feelings about her belief system with me.

Damnit.

No, I don't want to meet up with missionaries. No, thank you. No, really it's okay... I don't want to order a free Book of Mormon. No, please don't call my apartment before you go to church on Sunday and offer me a ride. Please just leave me alone about the whole religion thing.

Why is it that some people can't take a hint?

Every time we ran into each other in the break room today she would bring religion up in the conversation. EVERY. TIME.

I don't know a lot of things. I am the first to admit that. I don't know if I believe in God or Jesus. I don't know if the Bible is true. I don't know if there is a place called heaven, or an afterlife. I don't know if I will ever see my Dad again. I don't know! And guess what? I am perfectly fine with that!!!!

I haven't been to church in over a year, and I haven't killed anyone for the money in their wallet or killed a man just to watch him die. I haven't tried drugs. I don't sleep around. I haven't turned into some horrible evil version of my former self. I am the same person. The TBM Mormon's in my life don't get that, and they won't give me a chance to show that to them. I have been written off as a Satan-loving apostate who doesn't know whats best for her.

I don't need a religion to give me a moral code or rules of ethics. I don't need anyone telling me how I should live my life because I am doing fine by myself, thank you very much. It's very arrogant to believe that you are the only right person, and I don't think I am. However, some of the TBMs in my life believe they are the only ones who can be right... and the only thing leading them to believe that is the warm-fuzzies they feel.

I am the crazy one.