I have decided that I am bored of atheism. In truth it was the other atheists that put me off. They remind me of puritans. They are the very sort that would say 'Clairwil, that's just silly' with a huffy straight face when I'm acting the goat. So I have decided to become religious to spite the wankers.
The final straw occurred this week as I was lectured by a dullard for the heinous crime of reading my stars. Until now I have always taken my stars with the largest pinch of salt, more interesting than the stock markets but with less influence on my life. I mean what in the name of God is wrong with casting one's eye over five lines of gibberish in the papers. Like the atheists superstitious clinging to reason and science is any more rational? Oh come on you dry old sticks know who you are, hopping like frigid spinsters fleeing a mouse onto a chair at the first sign of anything mystic. True, the inability of man to understand something doesn't mean it was God what dunnit, but what is wrong with using a mystical explanation as a means of meditating on the subject. There are strong parallels between the scientific explanation for the world's existence and the book of Genesis. Where is the harm in saying I don't know so I shall dream. What business is it of yours what others believe?
One can be concerned by the influence of religion and not wish to stamp it out. I can easily hold the view that the Catholic church should fuck off and stop trying to steal my right to abortion, and love a good mass. I can pray to my statues of Christian saints and Hindu gods whilst leafing through something earthbound and fact based. I am human and we are a funny bunch. In my view it isn't the religion itself that one should be against but the influence religion has. The two things are quite distinct. If I were to go and meditate in field, is your quality of life diminished in any way? Why should you wish to appear at my shoulder wearing the smirk of contempt and stop me? All that need concern the atheist on the street (I have met him and he is a cunt) is that I am happy. The cause of my grin is an irrelevance.
My problem is what religion to adopt. I fancy being a Sikh but I'm drawn to Hinduism and Catholicism, I'm partial to certain aspects of Islam and I have a few ideas of my own. Should I start my own religion or convert? I don't give a hoot whether God exists or not. The question for me is do I want to be happy or do I want to be right?