This weekend, I went out of town with my family.
It was the perfect getaway! I relaxed outside, I played pool (very badly) with my dad, I visited the next county, and there were so many breathtaking views!! My family is the best, and I have no idea what I would do without them.
I can’t wait to visit next year with my husband (if he agrees) and baby in tow!
I had an amazing time. Every single amount of stress was lifted off my shoulders. I wish I was still there!
*All photographs are taken by me with a Motorola Droid RAZR M*
Let me start this by reminding you that I love you, and you know I do. I love you and your kids tremendously!
You asked me my opinion on my views…”how do you know god is imaginary?” is asking my opinion on a sensitive subject that we disagree on. I gave you my full and honest opinion. I do that. I don’t lie. I don’t make up an answer that I think one would like. I mean, I am an honest person. That does not make me ignorant. Telling you my opinion on something you disagree on does not make me ignorant. I know I didn’t experience the things you did that led you go religion, and I am thankful that I did not have to. That was an unfortunate thing that you went through and I’m glad you are alive today. No need to curse at me about it. I’m not dismissing what you went through, I just cannot relate to it. I know you saw what you say you saw, that is wonderful. It’s just not something that I believe in.
You being quiet about your views on homosexuality and the like, which is another thing we disagree on, is your choice. I am vocal about gay rights. Or as I like to call them, human rights. Love is love. You can love who you want. That is what I believe.
“Pray for the non-believers, they need it more than anyone else does” was your status update after our discussion. I hear that a lot…that people will pray for me…that their congregations will pray for me. It is okay if you want to pray for me. Pray until your heart is full. I know that it does not affect me. I don’t believe in it. Nonbelievers do not believe in prayer. If that makes you feel better, by all means, be my guest. I can ask you not to pray for me, but I know that wish will not be respected.
I am vocal about my opinions on Twitter. I’m not censored there. There is a reason I update twitter more than Facebook. I rarely use Facebook.
Again, I love you a lot. You know this! And your opinions on me and my views do not change this at all. As long as you don’t directly ask me questions about my views, I will not talk to you about my views. I mean, that is what we were doing before right? You are one of my closest friends. Nothing will change what I think of you.
I love you.
A note to readers: Don’t follow me on twitter if you will be hurt/offended/disgusted with my opinions. I mean, I am myself there. I always will be.
when you know it is there
you can't do anything
why is it so hard to go on with your life?
each passing moon
each rising sun
you can't do this
you can't feel anything
Where do you go from here?
Where do you love?
Why do you try?
Is it worth it?
Are you sure you can be this person?
Why are you bleeding?
Don't do this
You can fix this
You can make it better
I'll miss your broken smile
Growing up, I was raised in a Christian family. We did not go to church much and I hated going when we did. I was raised to believe in Jesus because “that is just how it is supposed to be.” Easter used to scare me because I just knew that someone died and came back to life–that only happened in horror movies!
During my teen years I went to church with my friends when they would invite me. For me it was more of an excuse to hang out with my friends, rather than a time to learn about God. I definitely learned nothing because me and my friends were just mostly hanging out during church because that is how the youth groups went–do a lesson, then play. That was fun. That was just playtime.
When I became old enough to make my own decisions, I sat down one day and came to the realization that I did not know if God was real or not. I mean how can someone love everyone, but say that if you do not obey him you will go to Hell? How does Hell even exist? How is Heaven even possible? These are just a few of the many things I asked myself daily. Not soon after this I became Atheist. There was no proof for me. Science held every answer that I needed. Continue reading →