I know I always quote her, but she's just so...relatable
“When I returned to my family after that first semester of college, I felt like a sore thumb. A newly agnostic, highly uncomfortable sore thumb who suddenly refused to go to anything resembling church. If I remember correctly, if they begged hard enough, they got one holiday service out of me, during which I didn’t sing, as I had once done, or pray along, as I had once done. I have a lot of flaws, but a lack of integrity isn’t one of them, or at least I hope it isn’t. I wasn’t trying to be rude; I just had no intention of disrespecting the church or myself with any sort of spiritual fakery. This, and the fact that I also nearly had to clap my hands over my mouth to keep from screaming, DON’T YOU SEE HOW NONE OF THIS MAKES EVEN A LITTLE SENSE WHEN YOU REALLY STOP AND THINK ABOUT IT? combined to make me a not-so-great parishioner, and after that first year, I grew a spine and refused to go at all, under any circumstances, even when my family asked that I go “for them.” Church, to me, is not something you should do for anyone but yourself. It’s that sacred, and I respect it that much.”
via Schnozzfest 2.0 (sadly her archives are no longer available)
