unapologetic
50+ years without a god
I'm in a contemplative mood and I ought to practice communication skills. So I'm gonna bore you if you're idiot enough to keep reading.
For some reason, this morning, I've been thinking of that lame question "what happened to you to turn you into an atheist?" (horrors)
The only things that comes to mind are the Chicago police riots of '68, The Viet Nam war, And the Kent State murders.
No, not religious at all. But those are 'events' that radicalized me. Started me to seriously question authority. And what is more authoritarian than gODD?
Before that my 'belief' was just slipping. I don't remember being very shocked about santa being a fantasy of the grown-ups.
Or listening to my mother fuss about how Superman comics would warp my sense of reality. (ironic that)
(Back before 'continuity'. Mostly 'what-if' stories. Like the different effects of the different colors of kryptonite.)
I went to Scout camp one summer. When I got back I found my mother had thrown out my comics. I meekly accepted that I was now too old for comics.
But disbelief was a slow burn till the politics of the late '60s. And the realization that I was living in a culture of mass delusion, that turned me into an 'angry' atheist.
Following the adventures of an admitted fictional hero with inhuman abilities might warp my sense of reality?
While everyone around me pledged allegiance to the same thing every Sunday? For real? Yes I'm angry.
Lex Luther has grown orange hair, and they pledge allegiance to him now. Yes I'm angry.
For some reason, this morning, I've been thinking of that lame question "what happened to you to turn you into an atheist?" (horrors)
The only things that comes to mind are the Chicago police riots of '68, The Viet Nam war, And the Kent State murders.
No, not religious at all. But those are 'events' that radicalized me. Started me to seriously question authority. And what is more authoritarian than gODD?
Before that my 'belief' was just slipping. I don't remember being very shocked about santa being a fantasy of the grown-ups.
Or listening to my mother fuss about how Superman comics would warp my sense of reality. (ironic that)
(Back before 'continuity'. Mostly 'what-if' stories. Like the different effects of the different colors of kryptonite.)
I went to Scout camp one summer. When I got back I found my mother had thrown out my comics. I meekly accepted that I was now too old for comics.
But disbelief was a slow burn till the politics of the late '60s. And the realization that I was living in a culture of mass delusion, that turned me into an 'angry' atheist.
Following the adventures of an admitted fictional hero with inhuman abilities might warp my sense of reality?
While everyone around me pledged allegiance to the same thing every Sunday? For real? Yes I'm angry.
Lex Luther has grown orange hair, and they pledge allegiance to him now. Yes I'm angry.