This will probably get lost in a sea of tweets, but I’m sure someone will read it at some point.  This has been on my brain for a while.

I’m not sure when I stopped believing in god, probably in high school.  I never understood why you had to go to church, or go to confession, there wasn’t any point to it.  If I wanted to talk to god (assuming that’s what I believed), confess my sins, etc, I’d do it on my own terms, on my own time.

And then there’s priests.  So, god talks to them huh?  Not directly of course.  He talks to them indirectly.  Right.  Things happen because of his divine hand huh?  I call that fate, karma, kismet, destiny – same thing.  Same cosmic roll of the dice, force, whatever. 

Maybe there really is a God, divine force(s), entity(ies), or some sort of higher dimensional plane of existence there beyond the scope of our perception.  When we die, something happens.  I don’t know what exactly, but 7th grade science class tells you energy can neither be created nor destroyed.

I think my problem lies in organized religion itself.  I refuse to be associated with the Catholic church (born and raised catholic, but far from ultra religious).  An organization that tells you that being gay is a sin, that women don’t have a right to choose, and any number of crazy dark age ideologies they still hold onto.  I refuse to believe that God, as is described by the Catholic church, does not love you and accept you unconditionally, because of who you sleep with.  That’s just fucked up.

To sum up this huge tangent of a post – religion: bad; spirituality: good.  Neither of which I have today, I could honestly care less.  Maybe my life needs some spiritual infusion, but I sure as hell don’t need any religion.  I’m done with it.  Don’t need it, don’t want it.