First of all, I'm an atheist. I *know* there's no god and think that anyone who buys into that cotton-candy bullshit is seriously deluded.
However, at some point along the line I realized that all the time and energy I spent "debating" this issue, both in person and on the
internet, was ultimately wasted. I was not going to change anyone's mind and they sure-as-hell weren't going to change mine.
So I just stopped.
Now on most days I don't even think about religion or god or creationism. I certainly don't get up-in-arms about it anymore.
Granted, I live in NYC, so it's relatively easy to lead an almost god-free existence, but even if I didn't, I'd be aiming to keep myself
100% segregated from this stuff.
The result: My blinding rages are reserved for people who take up two parking spaces, 190db Salsa music, people with quadruple-wide
baby-strollers, and all the other rage-inducing things that can be found in this city. Do I get mad because someone I don't know (or know
vaguely through an internet forum) believe in something stupid? No. feelsgoodman