Here’s the thing, I have always tried to be respectful of other people’s beliefs.  Honestly, I don’t give a rat’s ass what a person has chosen to put their trust in.  If you find comfort in prayer, have at it.  If you offer to pray for me, have a go.  Whether you attend church regularly or only during the holidays when it is especially expected or mandated, that is not for me to judge.  I’m not even going to talk about specific religions because that’s not the point.   It truly does not matter in the least to me.

That said, I do find my patience gets worn a little thin when I am not afforded the same courtesy.  I do not like to be lectured or preached to.  I will not change my mind.  Much in the same way religious people are pretty fucking confident in their beliefs, so am I.  No, I’m not missing anything in my life and just haven’t realized it yet.  (Ditto, by the way.)  No, I am not living a heathenistic life that allows me to ‘sin’ unendingly.  The truth is that I actually find myself quite often shocked by my religious friends’ thoughts or behaviors more than I would expect of a god-fearing, bible subscriber.  Again, not judging but definitely get off that fucking horse!

I once had a neighbor tell me that the other neighbor ladies weren’t too comfortable with the fact that I don’t go to church.  Well, no, I don’t.  I also don’t masturbate in the window while watching the 16 year old across the street like your church-going neighbor to the right but, whatever!  Enjoy your barbecues.  (100% true.)

I digress.

My respect of others’ religion is to refrain from insulting their choice.  It would be great if the reverse were true.