I never actually believed in a higher power, I still to this day don’t not believe in one. But I had just never thought too hard about it. I went to Sunday school often because I enjoyed it, I hated church but only because I am in a perpetual state of antsy-ness. I was raised with little to no religious input from my parents. My grandmother however is one of the most Christian people I know. That is to say Christian to the point that she did not judge me for my doubt. In forth grade I lost my religion, or that is to say realized I never had one. I was met with mixed reactions from my classmates, those who were atheists were mildly disappointed, when they heard I didn’t believe in god I suppose they got their hopes up, truth is I don’t believe in the absence of a god either. I was told I was destined to and up in hell, in all honesty she thought she was warning me, and there’s a good chance she was but it wasn’t very nice.
This prompt was kind of geared to make me look at instances my parents and I have departed. But I’m just not sure I can really look at something and say that’s what happened. I suppose I’m a predeterminist and my mother isn’t but I didn’t know she was until she knew I wasn’t.
I know what your saying “if you knew it was irrelevant why did you oust yourself as an agnostic?” Why not.
Thank you, that’s all.
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