As a little kid, I always hated going to church. For me it was a total waste of time full of worthless talks and I even fell asleep once and got reprimanded for that.
My parents couldn't take me anymore during my mid teen years because I would either refuse or stay up all night long on purpose and fall asleep. Then during my freshman year of college, I got drunk one day and spilled the beans. I told everyone in the family, came out as an atheist. The reaction was of a total shock full of many questions, them thinking I had a bad experience or something happened and I received little support.
Nothing bad happened. I just refuse to believe in imaginary beings watching over you or talk to statues (so called saints) that don't talk to you. I have to admit something I feel alone in this. Are we that rare in an hispanic community?
My parents couldn't take me anymore during my mid teen years because I would either refuse or stay up all night long on purpose and fall asleep. Then during my freshman year of college, I got drunk one day and spilled the beans. I told everyone in the family, came out as an atheist. The reaction was of a total shock full of many questions, them thinking I had a bad experience or something happened and I received little support.
Nothing bad happened. I just refuse to believe in imaginary beings watching over you or talk to statues (so called saints) that don't talk to you. I have to admit something I feel alone in this. Are we that rare in an hispanic community?
