(July 18, 2016 at 4:30 pm)drfuzzy Wrote: Raised batshit crazy Pentecostal. Sent to a xtian school where all the girls looked like Amish without bonnets - you know, LONG skirts, long sleeves, everything buttoned up the neck, baggy everything, sensible shoes, no decoration of any kind. Went to church all Sunday morning, then again Sunday night and Wednesday night and all "special" services and dinners.
Parents believed the Bible was literally perfect, young-earth Creationism, rock music was of the devil, scientists were demons, and they prayed for the Rapture to come soon morning, noon and night.
It took me 30-something years to admit that a lot of things just did not make sense, and I didn't voice my non-belief until the ripe old age of 46. So hell yes, I'm pissed. Just driving by that old church makes me sick to my stomach. I'm also pleased and grateful though, to be free of all that.
However, I still like to play some good ol' Gospel piano with a decent choir. Pass the communion wine.
I felt all of this. Dude. I'd buy you a beer. Have an emoji instead
When I drive by church, I think my blood pressure hates me.
"Hipster is what happens when young hot people do what old ladies do." -Exian
