God, Goddesses, Cthulhu, Higher Being, Universe, Fate…call it what you will, but we humans go nuts over what we believe in. Personally, I’ve never jumped on the religion bus, but I can understand why others have and continue to. Rather than go into the specifics of why I don’t believe in certain things, I’d rather talk about what I do believe in.
I was raised half Buddhist, which apparently isn’t a real thing, but I’m rolling with it. I attended mostly Buddhist funerals and memorial services and listened to the chanting, but that’s about as far as it went. Both of my parents were baptized Catholic and my father even attended a Catholic elementary school (he doesn’t recommend it). Most of the family on my mother’s side is Buddhist, however, so she was brought up celebrating both religions. My parents were married in the Catholic church (again, not something my father recommends). When I was born, I was not baptized into any religion.
I like to think of this as both a blessing and a curse. It’s a blessing because, HELLO, THIS IS BASICALLY A CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE GAME! But it’s also a curse because I almost don’t believe in anything. I consider myself agnostic, meaning I don’t know if there is a god. I believe in karma most of the time, and don’t like the idea that someone else is controlling my life. On the other hand, I still wish on stars and 11:11 and hold my breath through tunnels. I look for four-leaf clovers and don’t walk underneath ladders. I like the concept of fate, mostly because I want to believe that there is a reason for things happening, both good and bad.
So where does that leave me? Pretty much nowhere. I’ve yet to find a religion that matches up to my unique set of rules. Until then, however, I’ll continue to assure my parents that I won’t have a mass when I get married, hear from my main squeeze about how many times I’ll roll my eyes if/when baptizing my children, and appreciate being invited to celebrate various holidays with my more spiritual friends.