You're situation is complicated (to say the least), and the way your life has shaped it, I understand your feelings towards religion. I would never know the emotions you have felt, so I could never truly convince you of otherwise. I was merely stating how I felt.TheDooD said:I'll start with the last part... Tradition pretty much pointless. Helped them through bad times, God doesn't help you through that only you can fix that shit. I Judged them because it was completely annoying to listen to their shit for hours when I didn't want to be there at all.
I come off a bit pissed off when it comes to religion because my mom was heavily into the shit to the point where she would blast gospel music in 2 in the fucking morning to help her faith and all that led to was us getting evicted from our home. So seeing how faith bring about nothing as a young child pretty made sure that I can't believe in it at all.
Then I was forced to go to a church go to a church and deal with people I didn't care this was after I got put on the street and was forced to live with my brother's idiot girlfriend. She was such a hypocrite when it came to religion and overall I just couldn't stand how smug she was toward me because I didn't want to go to church.
For the ideas of tradition, I just sort of meant was it the sort of set religion of the family? Yes, it seems pointless to you, but we don't know how they feel about it. Perhaps they feel the same. Maybe they wonder about what religions they could choose for themselves what they want to believe. I don't really know.
As for "bad times," that comes back to the idea of comfort. God doesn't do anything for them, but religion acts as a sort of a comfort and a maybe motivator for them.
I appreciate your honesty, however. And I salute you, wish you the best of luck in the future, and hope that you learn from your experiences and grow from them.