oh GOD.
Why do I still complain or thank him?! At least I don't call him a Him, which was always too much for me. Anybody who gets called on with capital letters in pronouns seems to have a lot to think for himself.
The truth is: I stopped praying ages ago and after that I stopped thinking about praying and that's when it did it for me. When I stopped praying or thinking about praying and my world was still revolving as if nothing had changed I accepted the grace of atheism in my life. And now I find myself linguistically ound to a god that I left behind a long time ago and it feels as sweet as hypocrisy. Funny, isn't it?
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