So, number seven, no, I am not homosexual. I am an Atheist, not that big of a deal unless you're my family. The horror stories I've heard about Atheists from them! Point being is that I have (naturally) not told them about this, though I should, hence the coming out. Anywho, background on the church I grew up in; in terms of philosophy, they are, in essence, a Pentecostal church without the speaking in tongues and they lack instruments. They have also been equated to a cult by people who haven't grown up in it, and it consists of different churches up and down the east coast where everybody knows everybody. Point is that I just missed a marvelous comedic moment to out to my family about my lack of a religious stance. My mother, in our courtesy conversations, randomly asks if I'm okay. Of course my reaction is the equivalent of "Of course I'm okay, why wouldn't I be? Why do you ask?" Her response was that my grandmother (who lives in South Carolina, I in Florida) was concerned about me because my name had been asked for in prayer. Here I am, in retrospect, thinking that my reaction should have been, "Oh! You meant religiously okay. Well, to answer your question, I'm an atheist, take that as you may."
How wonderful could that have been in terms of reaction hilarity?
"Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are faeries at the bottom of it too?"
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