Can we talk about religion or is that just an old wives tale?
Yep. I'm doing it. I'm going to talk about something that is probably going to piss a lot of people off...
But it shouldn't.
If you do find yourself getting a little hot under the collar, you might want to grab a mirror and a shot of whiskey; because your ignorance is showing–and it's not pretty!
I was raised in a small town, on a guilt-driven road that used fear and intimidation as a marketing campaign to get new followers. Hell, if I did that on Twitter, they'd ban me!
For a long time, I was afraid to tell anyone what I believed–or didn't. So like most obedient children being told how to think; I continued to kneel, stand and pray...
But not really.
When I was finally old enough to break the chains that bound me, I began my own journey of self discovery... And it was a very long drive.
I picked up a few hitchhikers during my travels; but always suspected that their eminence was outside pouring diesel fuel into my engine, while the rest of us did shots of Kool-Aid in the front seat of my car.
At the time, I had no idea what I was looking for; but I knew it was out there somewhere, and I knew it was far away from anywhere I had ever been before.
Then I saw it–a very subtle, yet strategically placed sign in the middle of fucking nowhere. <Cue harmony> *Ahhhh, ahhhh* In a split second, the world made sense; and I knew I was exactly where I needed to be.
It's not important to me if anyone believes what I believe; but for those who go through life wearing a self-righteous suit of armor that never comes off, it might a good idea to get in the car and go for a ride.
You might even find yourself along the way.