It's been four months into my life as a free thinker now, and there seems to be an unending row of Christians waiting to correct me back into the right path. Free books are pouring in, counselling sessions are munching away my time. The very question they often ask: Why are you so lost? Why are you questioning God?
A warning to drop the subject is normally heeded. But there are people who doesn't seems to understand the disturbed tone within my sentence. Perhaps I should color myself in red and black like the Amazon Dart Frogs, or swing my tail vigorously like a provoked lion--too bad evolution cropped away my tail, only the coccyx remains.
The argument here is clear: why are we reluctant to accept some changes? Is it so hard to accept the fact that this dude realizes that this particular religion isn't really relevant for him and so he leaves the church and starts his own life? Afterall, I'm not becoming a burglar or smoking weed, I'm just switching my religious view without harming anyone's ass. But there are fellas out there who think that I'm actually hurting the devout community and so they label me as a fallen, rebellious, ludicrous dude who deserves no good future because I disobeyed God. Moreover, there aren't many Christians that had turned away from the church really, so it's no wonder that I'm becoming the latest sensation in other Christians' lives.
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