I was raised by two extremely religious parents, both Christians. My father; Southern Baptist, and my mother; the same. They never took my to church, but I was raised to believe God was the "reason for the season," as they say. Also, 100% of my friends are Christians, and find their strength in God. So they say. Up until I was fourteen (I'm fifteen now) I prayed to God, and had a conversation with him almost every night. I'd tell him to take care of my grandmother, and naively asked him to let her watch me from the clouds. I used to tell people God would help them in their time of need. Now that I look back I feel I was the exact thing I didn't want to be. Someone going around preaching their religion and shoving it down peoples throats. My pet peeve. But I digress. After a while I stopped praying, I stopped telling people that strength was in God. I grew to the point where I didn't even care if a God existed. My beliefs became more and more like those of Apatheism. I soon began googling different religions, realizing Apatheism fit me perfectly. But after a while my friends began to talk about religion more, after I mentioned that I had no concern with God or any of his "alter egos" existed. My own girlfriend was telling me that I needed to "get some Jesus in {me}." She spoke with the preacher at her church, told him about my Apatheism. He, along with another person at the church, blatently told her this: "Don't let his ways rub off on you." I was offended, and that got me to thinking. If there's a God, would he want "his people" saying such things? As if I'm some bad habit that can be picked up? Soon after that thought hit me, logic hit me. There is no God. Atheism became more and more appealing, and once I said to myself the aforementioned phrase, "There is no God," it hit me, I'm Atheist. So, here I am. Godless, and because of my conversion, nearly friendless. But I am what I am. I am an Atheist.
"On the first day, man created God." - Anonymous
