May 28, 2012
As the daughter of a science teacher, I learned to question early. And, the overwhelming evidence and archeology, and geology point to no other answer. I also have a problem just believing because I'm told to. Show me the evidence, show me the person, show me the reality and then sure, I will believe.
The knowledge that there are others out there that feel as I do. Knowing that I can talk to others about how I feel and not be ridiculed. Knowing that others have studied and understood that so much of history that formed the beliefs of today was about trying to understand the happening around them. People that understand that I don't believe and thats okay. Not questioning me, or offering to pray for me because that isn't part of my life at all.
I'm a rational person looking for a place to discuss how I feel in an intelligent way. I'm not the angry atheist that wants to rail at the world and wreak havoc. I'm the rational person that just wants acceptance of belief and realizing that not must follow the norm to be a good person.
It was a long road to realizing I was an atheist. Growing up in a very small midwestern town, it was unheard o to question the status quo. However, I always knew that I felt different about things. A lot of soul searching later and here I am.