Most people seem surprised when I tell them I became an atheist as early as 13. I’m more surprised that anyone could continue to believe into that stuff well after the age where they start thinking for themselves, but I’m an arrogant prick, so whatever.
The truth is I always kinda knew I was an atheist. All my time in Catholic school I went along with it because adults told me it was true, and you go to school to learn things, right?
Man, what a joke that makes religion class.
Declaring myself atheist was a liberating experience. Both of my parents are extremely free thinking so I got very little complaint other than I needed more of a “spiritual” side. Unlike most I didn’t experience much resistance to my decision.
However, my immaturity and general dissatisfaction with my extremely southern and mostly unlikable classmates in high school turned me into an arrogant douche.
Sleep and I have never been on very good terms. Sleep never wants to hang out with me, sometimes I ask him to, sometimes I just sit around waiting for him, but he blows me off a lot. I think he doesn’t care much for Thinking, because I’m usually chilling out with Thinking while waiting for Sleep to come.