I couldn't care less what anyone thinks of me other than my Mom. She's Christian and raised me Christian. She knows I'm not really religious, but she doesn't know that I don't believe in god, jesus, or the bible. She has told me that she wishes I had turned out differently as far as religion goes, but she's not one to tell me how to live my adult life. If anyone else doesn't like me for lack of religion, or any other reason for that matter, they can go fuck themselves.

Where's the one, I'd be offended if anyone were to suggest I was dumb enough to believe in fairy stories like religion. I care what people think of me and would hate to think they thought I was as delusional as them.

I have no fears of anything, no options for me there, I admit to anyone who wants to know that I do not believe in any gods or in any religions, no need to think outside or inside the box for that one

So often … if someone ‘could care less,’ why don’t they? Often, I couldn't care less,’ because I don’t care at all..

Beyond that annoying misused phrase, the older I get ..and the more time I spend around here … the less I care what anyone thinks of my lack of belief in a pretend entity.

I have never fit in anywhere. I ran out of fucks to give long ago, and I get more verbal about it as I get older. I try to be kind: if the grocery clerk says nicely to have a blessed day, I just say thanks. But if someone is pushy, gets in my face, preaches at me, tells me I’m hell-bound...all bets are off.
Family is more complicated. I mostly will walk away from them if the bullshit gets too deep. They know I don’t believe. No need to fight with them, I love them and spend very little time with them. I’m content to only say: ‘what about that?’ And move across the room, in the few hours I have, if I must say anything.