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Juliebata's childish road to atheism...
Apr. 19th, 2003 10:16 pmIt started with my folks. Dad wasn't religious. Mom was way Lutheran. Dad was part African-American. Mom's family was appalled, and basically disowned her for a number of years. So we never set foot in a church, except for weddings and funerals.
When I was about 7, I was beat up by the school bully. He came from a family of bullies, there was a sibling in each grade at school. They all had this mean, inbred look about them...
Anyway, as I ran home bawling, I was thinking, if there was a god, he would have protected me. Later that same year, my friend Kelly invited me to join her at her Sunday school. She described lots of activities, and I thought it might be fun. I don't remember what kind of church it was. I went a few times, and we did have some fun, but I wasn't really getting into the religion part of it. I just couldn't make myself believe. The clincher came when I found out we were expected to go to church on Easter Sunday. Easter, the day when I'm supposed to search the house for eggs and EAT A WHOLE BASKET OF CANDY!! (That was the extent of my family's Easter celebrations.) What were these religious nuts thinking? Keeping me from eating my candy? This is how my 7 year old mind took in the situation. Candy was more important than god. I never went back to Sunday school with Kelly. And I never believed in god.
So I'm writing this instead of doing what I set out to do today. I need to send a mass e-mail to everybody who's going to bake for the Tiptree bakesale at Wiscon. I have a stack of addresses, I just need to type everything in, and figure out what I'm going to say. It's the hardest part of the whole thing for me. I've had all day to do it, but it hasn't happened yet. Maybe tomorrow...
The stomach is better, the underlying pain is still there, but the acid-blockers are doing their job, keeping things under control so I can sleep. Now all I have to do is get tired. Last night I stayed up with LJ, and didn't go to bed till 7am.
-Juliebata
When I was about 7, I was beat up by the school bully. He came from a family of bullies, there was a sibling in each grade at school. They all had this mean, inbred look about them...
Anyway, as I ran home bawling, I was thinking, if there was a god, he would have protected me. Later that same year, my friend Kelly invited me to join her at her Sunday school. She described lots of activities, and I thought it might be fun. I don't remember what kind of church it was. I went a few times, and we did have some fun, but I wasn't really getting into the religion part of it. I just couldn't make myself believe. The clincher came when I found out we were expected to go to church on Easter Sunday. Easter, the day when I'm supposed to search the house for eggs and EAT A WHOLE BASKET OF CANDY!! (That was the extent of my family's Easter celebrations.) What were these religious nuts thinking? Keeping me from eating my candy? This is how my 7 year old mind took in the situation. Candy was more important than god. I never went back to Sunday school with Kelly. And I never believed in god.
So I'm writing this instead of doing what I set out to do today. I need to send a mass e-mail to everybody who's going to bake for the Tiptree bakesale at Wiscon. I have a stack of addresses, I just need to type everything in, and figure out what I'm going to say. It's the hardest part of the whole thing for me. I've had all day to do it, but it hasn't happened yet. Maybe tomorrow...
The stomach is better, the underlying pain is still there, but the acid-blockers are doing their job, keeping things under control so I can sleep. Now all I have to do is get tired. Last night I stayed up with LJ, and didn't go to bed till 7am.
-Juliebata
