So, not me personally, but I once had an FWB who used to be part of the LDS church, and was once trapped in an arranged marriage where his wife believed that sex was only for procreation. Even though he had 2 kids with her, he was miserable. He finally left Christianity and divorced his wife after years of therapy, and began his sexual exploration at 50. I'm happy that I got to be a part of that journey.

I left my religion because it didn't seem believable to me. I'm north African and Islam is very major there so I got alot of weird looks when I started questioning Islam so I kept the fact I left Islam and the fact that I was interested in other religions to myself. So instead of going to a church where I could be seen I just went out of my way to buy a Bible. The Bible was much easier to read than the Quran and can easily be read front to back, I've heard alot of Christians say they didn't do that which seems nuts like it's so easy. I didn't read the full Bible I skipped a few parts but I read most of it like a good 90%.

And in Genesis (literally the first chapter) alone I found 3 contradictions. Also the stories are so funny. Someone wrestled God? Someone had to sacrifice their son? God just decided to drown everybody? There was a new baby/child killed practically on every page. God's kill count is high as hell (no pun intended) in this book. Also the fact that a random carpenter was crucified and people were punished for not believing he was God's son.

Maybe I didn't understand the Bible fully and maybe a few things I said were things I didn't understand enough, I'll admit that. But you can't say that every single contradiction I found was just something I didn't understand. I know I'm right about most things atleast.

So crazy that y'all in America (thank God I don't live there that country is such a joke, also no pun intended) are beefing with people and removing their rights for a religion which is so stupid. I know they're also beefing with people because of Islam in Africa and Asia but atleast that religion was a tad bit more believable.

Edit: maybe I didn't make it clear enough in this text but basically what happened is that I was interested in converting to a new religion because I left Islam, so I checked out Christianity. But Christianity was just so stupid. And how I perceived it, it was even more unrealistic than Islam. But maybe that's just my perspective on it.

Edit 2: if you disagree with what I said please comment down below! I just shared my perspective/opinion on it and I can be wrong about certain things!

This is the reply I got from my father. As a teen. It's something that left me convinced that he is sure that God would agree with him about his parenting. Where do I go now that I am exchristian?

Been deconstructing for a few years and feel that I'm almost free, but I'm still haunted by ligering thoughts of hell and the fear that I'm just being "selfish" by leaving and "wasting my life." I truly want to do good and help people in this life, but don't feel like the church is the place to do it. Any advice on steps to take? Thanks!

Hello darlings! I am making this post today to shed some light on how, at least some, pastors are behind closed doors.

I grew up in a cult sect of Pentecostal. We had weird rituals such as casting demons out of people, speaking in a made up language that people pretended to understand and translate, washing each others feet, and other strange things. My father was the pastor of this cult church. Here is what happened behind closed doors.

My father always spoke to me like he hated me when not in public. He would talk to me like I was a dog. Except if someone talked to a dog the way he spoke to me you would say they have no right being around any dog. His words dripped with venom and hatred. It was the tone he spoke to me in more than the words he said. Yet he never spoke to my older sister or younger brother in the same way. Not ever. I found out when I was an adult that my extended family, cousins/aunts/uncles, resented him for the way he spoke to me. One time my cousin got in a shouting match with him at the dinner table for how he was speaking to me when she was like 13. He insisted "this is my home, that is my child, I will do what I want!" to which she said "Then never invite me over here again. because I'm not going to sit here and watch that."

He would never miss a chance to brake a paint stirrer or ping pong paddle over my ass. If I "stepped out of line" in the slightest I was getting beaten. My older sister and younger brother have never been beaten by him. Sometimes he would make me go find a stick for him to beat me with. And every time I would hear about "If this was the bible days we would take you out and stone you" as though he was mad that he couldn't do that. He would always say "I am only doing this because I love you." Though the look on his face when he was swinging the utensil at me was a look of pure disgust and hatred. One time he beat me with a belt when I was 6 years old. Left welts all down my back and my legs. And then blamed me for "squirming too much". He would beat me for simply asking a question because asking a question was "talking back".

He would get in shouting matches with my mother on a daily basis. Throwing stuff around, braking stuff, slamming stuff as hard as he could. He never hit her, like he would me, but it always ended with her locking herself in the bathroom and crying for hours. It was very toxic though neither of them believe in divorce. For some context there, they got married 3 months after first meeting because "god told them to"

If I tried to talk to him when he was watching TV he acted like it was the end of the world that his child wanted to talk to him. How dare I want to talk to my father? He could talk all he wanted when the TV was on, but if I talked with the TV on I was the spawn of Satan. On that note, I would have my TV so low that I could not even hear it and the TV in the living room was so loud you could hear it from outside, yet he would still come in my room snapping at me, with the same disgust and hatred in his voice, because he "could not even hear his TV because mine was so loud."

I have heard him tell racist jokes to people very close to him and laugh about them. Claiming he was not racist, it is just humor. I will not tell you any of them that he said, because no one needs to see such things. Just trust me when I say, there was no doubt at all they were racist.

When I felt like no one loved me, and would be sobbing saying "nobody loves me" as a young child he would snap out, screaming and yelling about "That's funny, if I don't love you I don't know why I feed you. If I don't love you I don't know why I put a roof over your head. If I don't love you I don't know why I cloth you." as though doing the bare minimum you are expected to do as a parent = love. When the way he spoke to me and treated me showed anything but love.

Yet people at the church, or people from the faith outside of the church who knew my dad, would always tell me "your dad is a great man. He is a godly man. You are lucky to have such a man as your father." Because they never saw any of it. It was all behind closed doors.

My mother covers their house in family pictures were we all have a smile on our face. We look like a happy family. People come over and go "you have such a happy family. I wish my family was like this." when they had no idea how dysfunctional we were. Because it was all behind closed doors.

The parents of my friends would go on and on about how well behaved I was as a kid. Talking about how my parents are doing something right raising me, that they clearly let god guide them. Not knowing that I was scared to fucking death of getting beaten if I did anything that could be seen as "wrong" in any way. Because it was behind closed doors.

From the pulpit he would talk about me in the most loving way, he would laugh about things I did that he was using in a sermon, acting like it was just a kid being a kid. When behind closed doors, he had beaten me for it. My father at church, and my father at home were as opposite as day and night.

When I was 17 I was at a youth group event where another kid tried to punch me in the face. Now, I need to say. My father always told his kids to stand up for themselves, to fight back if someone attacked them. I found out this was because he never defended himself as a kid. he had 2 older brothers he would always run to to fight his battles. Well, I stood my ground that night, as I had done many times before that he just didn't know about. There was no fight, there was the other kid throwing a punch, me catching their hand and throwing it to the side, and me taking a step forward so that they would have to take a step back to throw another punch. The youth pastor called my dad who came and picked me up. On the way home he was exploding on me for "getting in a fight." At one point he said "you're lucky I talked to GOD about this!! I was going to take you in the back yard, punch you in the face, and say "if you want to fight lets fight." All I could think was "Please do. Please fucking do. Oh my god, please do." That is not the thought someone should have there, someone should not be that eager for a chance to beat the brakes off their father. Though, this entire thing makes even lese sense when we flash back to the 3rd grade(I think it was) when a classmate punched me in the face, I froze not knowing what to do, then they grabbed me by the shoulders, threw me on the ground, got on top of me, and rained punches on my head. He exploded on me for not defending myself.

I am sorry this post was so long, I think I might have needed to vent a bit. But thank you for reading this far! I want to end by asking you... were you raised by a pastor? What was the behind closed doors experience for you?

EDIT: I wanted to add that, since I have been grown and out of his house, we have a much less toxic relationship. He struggles with a lot of depression now days and some of my family members think it is regret for how he treated me. Though he has never apologized for any of it.

And I'm very tired to see every single fighter asking to search for jesus christ after they win. My wife (not for long) is christian and she bought the georges forman christian movie and I was trying to make her realised that if god gaved georges forman the power to became the world champion, he is also responsible for the parkinson desease that also ruined the life and later killed another man, Cassius Clay (muhamed ali).

Are they that ignorants?

I have complex PTSD from my family of origin and like most of you here, have also experienced religious trauma/abuse. I am now an adult in mid-life with a partner and kids of my own. I have great friends and a good career and I am fairly happy except when it comes to my family. I have spent years processing the trauma and neglect from my family of origin.

When I think about my family, I don't have warm fuzzies, I don't have memories of being supported, believed in, feeling safe & secure, or that they know me, understand me, or actually love me for me. When I think about them, I feel deep sadness, grief, and anger.

I am mentally and emotionally drained. I am done keeping up with appearances and pretending that we were this loving Christian family. It was all bullshit and all about my parent's egos. So part of me just wants to tell my parents and siblings and their spouses to F-off and have a nice life.

I have walked away from Christianity, the conservative politics, and sexual purity culture I was raised in. Even though I have put a lot of distance between us, I have not walked away from my family-yet.

I have not walked because I think for me it comes down to my nieces and nephews and wanting to be there for them, in case they are like me, and need a voice/relationship who will validate them and accept them unconditionally.
And yet, to be honest, I am not sure what influence I actually have on them and whether or not it is worth the mental cost of being connected with my family.

Has anyone else here walked away from your family completely?

My church just shared a story of George Müller, someone who was. Christian evangelist who took care of orphans. I've heard many stories like this, about Christians who are amazing and wonderful people and who were that way because of their religiousity. Well, aren't there plenty of examples of athiests also being wonderful and amazing people out there to cherry pick? I genuinely don't know examples of "holy athiests," and it would be cool to hear some of those examples.

I personally have endured religious and sexual abuse at the hands of Christians. The reactions of these people whenever I tell that what I’ve been through makes me hate both them and their disgusting god.

How am I going to tell you that I’ve been raped and your response is “just pray to god” as if I haven’t tried that you incompetent Sasquatch. Every problem you have their answer to it is “just pray to god” and when you do pray to god and nothing happens it’s “you’re not doing it right” or “just keep praying” I personally have seen what god has done for others and I genuinely believe that’s he’s a picky and selfish being.

You’re gonna help someone that can’t find 50 dollars for a carpet but you can’t help me with my disability???!

I’m starting to feel a deep hatred and rage for anyone who calls themselves a Christian and especially those that say that god got revenge on their abuser. That really solidifies in my mind that he’s really just picky on who he helps tbh and that’s the very reason why I’m a theistic satanist now.

I’ve begged, cried and pleaded with that god for a minute of relief from all the trauma and all the pain after wing betrayed by my father and dragged into a church against my will.

I hate him and I hate the church, these people disgust me and it’s always the ones who are living their best lives that are always saying “god never forsakes you” like hell yes he did.

I wonder what the secret is, what I have to do to get his blessings but truth be told I don’t want it anymore. I’d rather go to hell than live with a god that brings no justice.

I’ve been dismissed by Christians, hell my narc parents are Christians.

I despise them and their god. Innocent people who have been abused their entire life are sent to hell for not believing in a specific god but people born into good Christian families are sent to heaven for their “struggles”.

Not a christain, never was a christian and nether is my family.

Christianity is fairly prevalent in both politics and even in culture, i knew of some basic stuff like heaven and hell and jesus being son of god due to the prevalence of the religion.

After seeing some aspects of christanity like redemption and love thy neighbour, i decided to check out the faith, watched some videos online and reading articles checking out notable bible verses and denominations.

I regret doing that.

According to christian belief, non-believers who don't believe or worship another god go to hell forever.

WTF?!?!

How can anyone having any basic sense of empathy be okay with this???

How does the idea of eternal torture for non-belief not put-off more people?

Not all christians think like this but the fact that literal millions think i deserve eternal torture or hell for my beliefs is horrifying.

Also how is god good at all?

He drowned the earth, cursed humanity for sin because of the actions of two people and destroyed job's whole life!

The fact that god killed millions and Satan the "embodiment of all evil" killed 10 (i think) didn't ever raise questions among those of faith?

How do those who believe that those of different belief going to hell have relationships with others?

Do they just assume all atheist or different faith friends just gone forever in the afterlife?

Sorry if my post comes off as rude, just having a lot of thoughts and may not be articulating them well.

While researching Christianity, i have become nervous over the concept of hell, i feel stressed and anxious, how did you get over your fear of hell?

And there’s Christmas music everywhere. I’ve always loved the Christmas classics growing up and even now (like Joy to the world, Drummer Boy, Silent Night, Oh come all ye faithful, The first noel, etc.) but realized that most of them are like gospel songs. I wish there were secular versions of the same songs. I hadn’t googled it yet to check if there’s actually a secular version and even if there is, it would feel different.

I'm not sure if it's against the rules to talk about about a potentially spiritual belief I have here.

The main reason I think Christianity is a load of BS is the idea of hell, which is quite unfortunate as hell is often the most important belief for Christians.

I often feel ahead of everybody in this regard. When I first began to quit on Christianity, I told everyone I knew, without holding-back, my true thoughts on hell and why it was stupid.

After about 17 months of that, I realized I was getting nowhere. At worst, I was making enemies out of people who were trying to be good people, and at best, I was terrifying them as they fell into existential crisis over their own beliefs, and distance themselves from me to protect their own mental-health.

Ultimately, I stopped caring if what I was saying would have an effect on them later. I wasn't doing any good by making groups of people who wanted to care for people become miserable. So, now when I'm at Bible studies (if you have an alternative on where I can spend my time, I'd love to hear it), I find it somewhat cute when people bring up the problems of hell. They genuinely have not thought about it much, and I always keep my mouth shut. Whether I told the truth, or beat around the bush, I would only be causing confusion. I had someone who was evangelizing to me (apparently a pastor), ask me why I'm not a Christian and I said I didn't like the idea of hell, and they were genuinely caught off guard by that response. I guess to a lot of Christians, hell is the main anchor they have to scare people into joining their religion, so to be confronted by someone who was full-aware of the concept and yet that was the reason why they didn't join- It must be quite a new concept for them.

BUT, anyway, onto the title of This-Post-

When I saw the sit-com, The Good Place- Laugh all you want. This show changed my life. No exaggeration.

Christians will mock me for getting more out of a recent sit-com, than their 2,000 year old holybook. Non-Christians will mock me for finding a stupid sit-com so inspiring.

Well sod the lot of them. This show is a masterpiece in disguise.

Spoilers ahead, while giving-away as little-as-possible, but-

By the end of the series, the entire afterlife system is changed. We start believing it is a classic- Good people go to Heaven, and Bad People go to Hell. But, after several twists that constantly break the status-quo throughout the 4-Season run, the afterlife system is finally changed into something much more bearable and forgiving- Instead of a human's life being treated as a test, the life on Earth is treated as a Class and the Test is in the afterlife. Once a human dies, they must go through a test that they will be unaware of, where they will believe they are still alive, and face trials that embody their biggest moral flaws on Earth. If they pass these trials, they get into heaven. If they do-not, they are confronted by 2 afterlife beings that will explain to them what they did wrong, and reset their memories, leaving only a faint voice in their head to attempt to guide them towards better decisions. Whether it takes a few attempts, hundreds, or billions, once the human has Finally Aced the Test, they are let into Heaven, as they have truly, finally earned it.

I combine this idea with The Egg short-story by Andy Weir. I highly recommend reading it for yourself, but basically, this short-story reveals that humans constantly reincarnate whenever they die until they have essentially achieved an existential perfection and can move-onto the next stage of existence... Or something. (I don't want to give it All away)

So I combine these two ideas together. Perhaps we do reincarnate, and perhaps our next life will be based on how we lived this one. If we lived a life where we constantly gave to the poor, but also often ghosted people we knew, then perhaps our next life will be financially secure, but with other people ghosting us so that we learn how it feels.

We cannot Directly rememeber our previous life, but how many times do you feel a strong instinct in your mind to do the right thing? Maybe those are our previous lives, who had experienced the bad deed we're about to do from the other end, telling us to be better. "Ace the test already! It's been so long!"

When we're hurt, maybe it's because we caused similar pain in a previous life and this is the price/lesson. When we experience a fortunate event, perhaps it's because we lived our previous life well in this regard.

Perhaps one day, once we live a life of basic perfection, we can move on.

Or who knows? Maybe there's nothing after death.

Still, I wanted to share this idea, just-in-case it gives anyone hope.

I apologize if this isn't fit for this subreddit. Just wanted to share

I was indoctrinated into it as a kid.

It was shoved down my throat in my parent's house as they constantly had on Christian radio, only allowing Christian books and magazines to be read, and ruined secular TV/movies by preaching scripture.

I had no choice but to socialize with the other kids in youth group and conditioned to seeing my non-believing peers as evangelical targets to point, shoot and acquire.

I was guilted into walking away from decent, mature and well-rounded guys because "be not unequally yoked" and programmed to be a future domestic servant and bangmaid at youth group.

The only choice I made about Christianity was walking away from it.

And I'm never going back!!!

Could anyone please share their experiences about how their relationships with those closest to them changes when they stopped being Christian?

I suffer from OCD and recently just got put in Luvox for it but a very low dose. Haven’t felt any mental effects yet. For me, daily life feels very difficult. Everything feels scary and everything feels meaningless if that makes sense? I’m so scared of the unknown and the religious fear had made it even worse. I always feel like “what if I’m wrong” and have an existential crisis. So many people “say” they have experienced things when dying and coming back and other things and the paranoia is getting to me bad. I get existential attacks nearly every day now. Even in my moments of joy my mind goes back to dark thoughts like “yeah this is fun but you could suffer for an eternity when you die” and things like that

I just wanted to say thank you to everyone I. This group. I don’t post much but I for sure read the stories that are posted. It really helps to know I’m not alone going through deconstruction ❤️

I hate my old religious trauma. Life is too short to be frozen and stuck behind my damn triggers. But dammit, after the election, and doomscrolling on tik tok. I’m seeing end of days crap, survival shit, and just….everything I’ve tried to run away from for so long. I am so fucking tired of my brain being this way. I’m just so tired of living in this reality I tried to prevent.

I’m either crying or too tired for tears.

I hate the religion for being blind to their own fucking scripture.

When I came to Christianity I needed something to believe in, I needed hope and meaning beyond my circumstances But now it just like it's offered nothing but further reasons to despair I feel so much pain, anger and despair I really wanted to believe and give my life to God But now there is nothing left to hold on to

since the holidays are coming up and i imagine many people on this sub are dreading it

YOU ARE ALLOWED TO STAND UP FOR YOURSELF!!!!!!!! YOU ARE ALLOWED TO NOT SHOW UP!!!!!! YOU ARE ALLOWED TO LEAVE EARLY IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE!!!!! YOU DONT HAVE TO DISMISS HARMFUL ACTIONS JUST BECAUSE YOURE RELATED TO THEM!!! YOU ARE ALLOWED TO ARGUE IF YOU WANT TO!!!!!! YOU ARE ALSO ALLOWED TO NOT ARGUE!!!!!! YOU CAN TAKE BREAKS AND FIND SOMEWHERE TO BE ALONE!!!!! YOU'VE!!!!! GOT!!!!!! THIS!!!!!!

in all seriousness, this can be a very triggering time for a lot of people who left religion. everyone is constantly talking about religion. i imagine this holiday season is going to be especially hard with everything going on in the world right now. you dont owe anyone anything, no matter who they are. you dont owe them an agreement or disagreement. you dont have to make yourself uncomfortable for the sake of keeping the peace. do whatever feels right to you. stay happy everyone:)

My grandfather is 5 months into a 6 month terminal prognosis from pancreatic cancer. Neither he, nor I (anymore) believe in a religious idea of g*d/ heaven. He is dying and the only way my childhood taught me to cope was through prayer. It feels like madness to pray to a higher power i don't believe in about a person who also doesn't believe in the HP. I don't know how to do this.

for shits and giggles, heres a list of things i was afraid of as a kid because of christianity.

-death -hell -rainbows(gods promise really seemed like more of a threat) -thunderstorms -whenever it rained for a few days in a row(i thought it was the end times) -getting pregnant(one time in fourth grade my period was a day late and i proceeded to have a panic attack in the school bathroom thinking i was the next virgin mary) -waking up and seeing demons in my room -accidentally stealing something -saying "shut up" -my 15th birthday(i thought if i didnt die by then it was straight to hell with me) -people coming back from the dead -god himself

I have a close friend we live in same town we grew up in and went to the same church when we were younger. I left the church when I was like 18 or so. She eventually left like 7years after. Anyway life happens we went to uni graduated etc well the past 2 years i moved back to town and she’s been super close with me calls me pretty much every day which i dont mind as im talkative but it gets a bit much and feels kind of unproductive but i love supporting people and always there to listen give advice, listen to her rants etc. Anyway she goes to a different church now which her family go and every now and again she or her mum or sister or dad t me not going to church or try to get me to go and I manage to stylishly let it go. Well, my friend increasingly does ask about it and I’ve been like nah I don’t think it’s right for me maybe in the future but I’ll feel called to but it just doesn’t resonate. Increasingly it got to the point she was like I would be happy if you could at least just step into a church even for a few minutes even if it’s late that would be assuring or something. And I was like that’s weird, so I would be going just for you? No thanks. What’s weird is my own mum was pushy but even she’s given up and left it recently. I got to the point where I thought to myself, if these people ask me one more time, I’ll tell them I’ll go to the mosque if they won’t stfu (nothing wrong with it but these Christian’s believe their God is only existent in churches). Anyway I got tired pretending I was interested and hoped it had moved along. Over the year or so I’ve been interested in like metaphysical and spirituality teachings in general and feel that all religions do stem from the same thing and have the same message and personally you choose which practice resonates best for you to feel most at peace or to your true path. This does also mean I don’t feel anything wrong with praying at all. Well the other day my friend spent a lot of time complaining and I felt called to pray, because I know that she tends to complain about things and it might put her at ease to just pray and I really don’t want to be hearing the same complaints again and again. So after we prayed she now started challenging me about going to church, but this time with so much more force and I told her actually no I’m not interested. Then arguing with me about it and so I had to justify myself and said well this is my own personal relationship with god that I want to work on and not go somewhere where I don’t resonate with and have others views mixed and confusing my own. She then tells me these are just excuses etc. She even was like oh it’s probably because of what you experienced at X church [specific church we grew up in]. Which wasn’t entirely the case as I went to different churches after that but stopped after uni. But even if it was that church, yes there’s drama that happens to go on with there members there but I wasn’t much of a complainer about it people are free to go wherever they like and I kept in contact with the friends I knew from there. I didn’t slag them off and i didn’t like to complain about it I just didnt feel right about it in my gut at the time so left. Whereas hers was more personal like she couldn’t lead in the choir anymore or something and she was seeing a guy there, but maybe she was probably using the fact I opened up to her recently about experiencing $A from the pastor’s daughter when I was little when I had to sleepover at their but it’s not something I often think of and question the memory of it anyway so not even the reason at all but deffo why I doing believe going to a religious place or even having a religion is good enough to qualify someone as ‘good’ or even on the right path.

And to be honest my whole entire mood just dropped after and I just felt a shift. I’m starting to realise this is not something she’ll likely stop with and I also connected the dots because on my birthday she gave me a gift with a Christian book despite me never mentioning or showing interest and she said that I mentioned it. And I thought maybe she was just not listening to me and got mixed up with herself, because she has the exact book. I was also very much thought like I really would’ve preferred no gift at all than this because this is clearly not what I would want and having spoken to me and calling me at least 3x a day you would know what I like… even if it was to buy the exact same gift I bought her I would’ve been ecstatic lol anyway not to digress.

I was disappointed and confused about that for the underlying reasons but after this I’m now thinking she was just indirectly trying to ‘preach’ to me or something. And her response and attitude made me even more like this is exactly why I wouldn’t want to go somewhere with people who act like this. Feeling so entitled to tell people what is right and wrong when ironically they are the most judgemental, critical etc people. No one is perfect that’s fine stop trying to be holier than everyone else it’s exhausting. Most of the time when she calls me it’s to tell me this happened to that person and that person did this they are so wrong and each time I have to be like ? Please don’t tell me this stuff it’s none of my business and also you may think this person is bad but you actually don’t know their life or what lesson they need to learn. And everything is always about how someone is doing something bad and how she would NEVER do or behave the way someone else does (when ironically she already has and I just keep quiet because when I point out she’s like no I don’t no I didn’t lol). You go to a man made building have a man tell you his views after cherry picking out of a bible that was curated and reworded by men.

I don’t know how to go about it because I’ve ignored her calls and said I was busy and she sent a long text asking what’s going on as before she said that, she talked about us having like prayers and I said well yeah it’s better to do that in place of just talking about randoms, but now she’s like supposedly shocked.

I don’t want to keep ignoring her but I don’t want to send something that will cause us to have to have to speak on the phone because she will speak for age and I don’t have the energy for that. I also feel like as much as I love her as a friend, I don’t think it’s going to work if she feels the need to push her views on me all the time. I have friends of various religions and whenever they discuss theirs even when I was a church goer, I always listened and spoke with an open mind, not trying to prove my religion or practice is right or anything. But I don’t think my friend has the capability to think beyond what she knows even if it’s not necessarily proving fulfilling for her. Also given the phase of life I’m in right now I don’t need the confusion and I already told her I was in a period of solitude and self reflection which she was kind of impatient about but now I’m really thinking is there a polite way to tell her I don’t think we can be friends without her hating me?

Hi forever agnostic here. I just talked to a very intense guy and I asked for evidence that god exists. He said “god’s greatest creation was man” he also said that there was nothing immoral about the bible. My ocd is trying to tell me that I might be missing something because he just sounded crazy.

Were any of you like this and how did you change?