#not alien

who juggle little aliens?

I wanted to take some time to talk about We Happy Few, video game that I feel is very underrated and misunderstood. I will avoid including spoilers for the game and put my ramblings under the cut due to length.

I don’t mind, anon!  It’s quite a long and personal story, so I’ll try to keep it as brief as I can.

I find that there is no evidence to suggest the existence of a god or gods, and that the “evidence” presented by religious/spiritual people is nothing but anecdotal experiences, poor science, and fallacy-riddled thinking.  Holy books and documents are inconsistent, angled, and are a messy mix of historical fact and fiction.  I respect them from a literary perspective and they give good insight into our world’s history, but they are hardly sufficient evidence for the existence of a god/gods.   I do think that it’s wrong to deny people a right to worship, and I will never advocate for the forced removal of religion.  I think that agnosticism and atheism is something that should be discovered through critical thinking, exploration, and observation.  It should never be forced on anyone.  But people don’t need religion to be fulfilled or to have self worth.  And I think that religion must always be criticized and challenged, especially for the sake of those who follow religious traditions/espouse religious beliefs and MOST especially for those who have suffered because of religion. 

I was a Christian for a long time.  I’ve always been liberal/progressive and my religiosity was always open and accepting, but I still strongly identified as Christian.  My parents were like-minded.  I went to a private religious middle school, high school, and university for my first two years of college.  My parents sent me to that middle/high school because, at the time, it was one of the top private schools in our area and had a near perfect graduation rate.  My parents grew up very poor, my father especially, and they wanted me to have what they didn’t have, as many parents do.  My school wasn’t a weird or cloistered environment as many religious schools are.  We had fun homecomings and proms, fun holidays like everyone else, and teachers that loved the subjects they taught.  We had exceptional sports teams, flourishing arts programs, and clubs ranging from your typical sort to gaming and tabletop clubs.  But a religion course was required every year, and my learning of biblical history/religion was extensive.  So it wasn’t just a “church every now and then” type of Christianity I was exposed to.  I was writing reports on what I read, what I learned, and what I believed.  In college it was less so, but religion remained.  And it wasn’t until I took a good hard look at what I believed, what I was taught, and what I read that I realized that none of it made any sense at all.  I realized that my faith was more of a wanting of something to be real, rather than the actual presence and proof of something real.  I did a lot of reading and research into the world of secularism and agnosticism/atheism.  There were some emotional triggers and situations that forced me to look at my faith objectively, but leaving my religion gave me such a better sense of self worth and understanding.  It really opened up my world.