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As for the second part? I don't see myself not believing in god at any point in my life. Oh, I'll PROBABLY reshape the way I think about it as things go on, and eventually it will be less like I'm Catholic and more like I'm just an epicenter for whatever religious/non-religious facts agree with how I think.
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To be honest, I believe that the vast majority of people who label themselves as Christian or otherwise only believe in god in a sort of abstract "I don't want my existence to end" sort of way. I think that down deep most people are secret atheists, even though they don't know it. Think about all the things that you (the larger you, meaning everyone) do in a single day that you wouldn't do if your parents were standing behind you. Now think about this, the Christian god is a great deal more strict than the majority of your parents. If you really believed that he was watching you at all times, I don't believe that you would do the things that you do.
Also, I want to set the record straight on one thing. Yes, it can be considered cool to rag on Christianity, but I am not ragging on it. I am terrified and enraged by it, by all religions, really, but Christianity most since I lived it. See, I am not just an observer. The church that I grew up in was perhaps not as insane as the Phelps clan, but it was pretty fucking close. I wasn't allowed to read books for years because my mother thought that they were warping my mind (the final straw was The Three Musketeers, if you can believe that). I used to go the mall with my mom, buy books, and then shove them down my pants so I could smuggle them home and place them in the bibles that I had torn the pages out of.
When I finally came out to my mother as a non-believer at the age of 12, I was repeatedly smacked in the face until she had calmed down enough to call all of her male friends at the church. They immediately came over to threaten me with eternal damnation, and their fists. They also let me know that I was just killing my mother with my rebellion, as if that's what it was about. My childhood was a combination of constant fear, confusion, and self hatred. I contemplated suicide more than once.
The more I think about it, the more I dislike the idea that there are Christians who are apathetic about following the strictures of their religion. It's difficult to combat that, because your Christianity doesn't mean enough to you for you to care. It's much more difficult to make you see what's wrong with it because you already
know what's wrong with it. It just doesn't apply to how you see your religion. Unfortunately for the rest of us, how you see your religion has absolutely nothing to do with the teachings of your religion.