I was discussing politics with my dad just now. I was telling him on how I disagree with the idea of making kids in public school pray, whether they are Christian or not. He disagreed with that and said I don’t like the whole praying in school thing because I’m not devout. “So, you’re an atheist.” I shrugged and asked whether that’s a problem for him. Apparently it is.
He didn’t take into consideration the fact that him and every other adult in my family has used Christianity and religion as a club rather than a welcoming idea. I’ve grown up forced to pray, forced to believe. Honestly, I’ve always had my doubts about the whole Jesus story, ever since I was 5. More on that later.
Now: Technically, I wouldn’t consider myself an atheist. I still believe. I believe in destiny. And reincarnation. And my own version of how human souls are distributed. I didn’t tell my dad about any of that though. I figured he doesn’t really care.