I hate God, no really I do.
I came to the decision long ago that I do not believe in a god. Any god. Now in and of itself that's not a big deal, lots of people don't believe. But what gets me is how hard it is to not believe. Hard in the sense that others can't seem to accept that you don't believe. They treat you as confused, or lost. They say quaint little things like, "Well when you get older you might change your mind." or "you say that now". They seem to assume it's a phase your going through and they have troubling accepting that you don't accept. They fail to see that they are the ones without proof of what they believe, and seem to pity you for not being willing or able to accept what they believe. It is as if your insistence for proof is a failing of some sort on your part. It isn't. IN every other facet of the world people insist on evidence, yet when it comes to their immortal soul they are willing to bet on an unproven fairy tale. There is a complet...