Because my mind won't accept either hairy underpants or fuzzy thinking.
Because moaning while trapped inside a group of depressed people is nothing like meaningful. And then they expect you to throw money at them for the privilege.
Because I have lots better imaginary friends, many of them wantonly naked at times.
Because OK — so the guy who got nailed to a half-finished carpentry project didn't even exist. It was all imaginary performance art, thought up a couple of hundred years later by a bunch of Greeks as a comedy skit. (They didn't have TV in those days, eh?)
Because I don't have rabies. And you're not going to tell me that people who foam at the mouth and go around barking and being fully disruptive and asking for money and expecting converts aren't rabid? Or vampires? Or used car dealers? Say no more. Please. Say no more.
Because I found lots more better ways to waste my time. Some of them even tickle.
Because I don't want to spend my life being bored and miserable just so I can go to hell anyway. When I'm already there. Even without making it worse by being a Christian.
Because whatever you think of me, I'm not that stupid. Not that stupid. I do stupid on my own, my own way, without dogma. My kind of stupid.
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