That's what my mom told me after she asked me why I don't go to church. I really don't know how many freaking times I have to explain to my parents I am not a christian. I do not conform to any organized religion. I have my own one-on-one relationship with God. What's the point in listening to someone preach for hours if I don't even share their views? If any of you have religious parents how do you put up with them? Sometimes when I think their coming around they say something or do something that let's me know their not going to change or at least try to understand me or my views on certain things. I also don't want to spend my sunday with ppl who are probably just as closed-minded and ignorant as my parents. Church can be a great place to be, but it can also be a place where ppl judge you or act like their better than you. I say this because my grandmother acts this way towards ppl she considers lower than herself. She may not admit this, but I can see right through her. And she's also coming to visit next week so I have to put up with being called young lady and momma. She can be the nicest person you know, but as soon as you get her talking about gay ppl or anything she's not open to she turns into a different person. I wish I had a different family.
