Losing My Religion: Walking Away Isn’t Easy

As much as I wish to hide it in Trump’s America, I may as well come clean.

I am a little bummed tonight. Apparently, I am part of the most hated group in America. Yes, I became an atheist along the way. Fuck it. I might as well admit it. Certainly this will be read by family members that shake their heads in dismay. They probably knew anyway. The black sheep is always the one you suspect of complete deviation from the norm.

So yeah, we atheists aren’t cool. We don’t get a lot of dates, that is for sure. How the fuck did I become this supposedly horrific person in the first place?

Growing up Mormon was interesting, to say the least. At eight you were supposed to know the difference between right and wrong and be ready to be baptized. At eight I knew I liked sugary cereal at six A.M. on Saturday mornings while watching The Justice League and Captain Caveman. That’s all I knew.

By 12 I was kind of figuring out that telling the rest of the world I was right and they were wrong seemed kind of fucked up. At 13 you are spending hours praying to God for figuring out that masturbation…