I noticed this while I was reading all of my old entries. And it's weird to see how concerned with religion I was back then, all because of Megan. And now I'm totally detatched from it, shivering with disgust when ever I hear lame Christian terms like "holy" and "grace" and "puh-raise tha lawd!" It's much too easy to manipulate my views. If I care for you, anyway. It was unintentional, I know, but being with Karly has made me turn against Christianity because of the crazy church that is stalking her. When she was in that church, it swallowed her life whole. I remember one time at lunch she was complaining about how Kristina wouldn't let her paint her nails black. In an annoyed kind of way, I would understand it if Kristina would stop at the color of her nails, but that wasn't the case. She controlled who Karly would talk to, what Karly thought of people, Karly's opinions, and even her sexuality. And now that she's out of the church, Kristina is still to blame for all of those aspects of her listed above because of her fear of being sucked back into the church.
I never become interested or uninterested in religion because of myself and finding who I am as a person. I either do it out of fear or I do it to spite. Like when I "became Christian" when I wanted to prove Megan's parents wrong and become a "good influence" on her. It's funny how religion teaches us that we should not be selfish, yet when ever I go searching for a Higher Power because I want to benefit someone else with it, it's wrong.
So what am I? I refuse to label myself as an athiest, the sound of that title is whiny and angsty in my head. I suppose I'd be agnostic, because I do believe in a God, I just don't know what to do about it. I wish the answer was closer to me. Or even better, I wish that it didn't matter so much. Maybe it doesn't. But I'm too worn out to wonder.
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