shit church experiences

When my paranoid retard father was worried about Obama pushing the big red button after being elected for a second term, he decided he wanted to go to church. Religion was never something we talked about in our house, and my parents didn't ever care anything about this subject. They were pretty Godless and anti-religion unless it was some random moment to pretend otherwise. Yet, they decided it was time to go to church.

I actually held out hope that there was a God. I wanted to go to this church, and? It was not good. My parents had to go before letting me go, then they lied to people there any week that I didn't go, saying shit like how I was out late the night before. I never got to be a kid, much less do things like a normal teenager. So no, I was never out late. They lied to make me seem normal. Just like how they pretended to be normal.

The reverend always looked at me, and treated me like trash. She assumed that the reason I hadn't been baptized or anything was due to my own reluctance, and that I must have been out screwing and shit. Basically, pretending to be a good boy in front of people while living a double life. I actually was a good kid. I never went out and drank, did drugs, screwed around, or anything. Yet, she treated me like I did.

My parents got bored of going after a few months of sporadically attending, and that was that.

Fast forward several years. At this point I am now in my mid-20s, out of my parents house, living in a different town, and had just gotten away from a horrific situation. I wanted to find some sense of clarity and purpose, and I still wanted to believe in God despite everything stacking up to tell me otherwise.

I went into a community church since I really didn't ever have any denomination other than just being told what I supposedly was by my parents. I went into this place and was borderline interrogated by phony church members all walking around in t-shirts and blue jeans. "Low key casual, non judgmental" This guy introduced himself and stood like two steps too close to me, I think it was sort of a way to try to throw off the power balance, like some shit a bad sales person would do. He asked "What brings you here?" Like I was really going to tell my situation to a complete stranger.

Anyway, services begin. Current events are discussed and they relate it to some out of context piece of scripture, and they keep flashing a fucking QR code on screen for where to donate. Then you get some god awful acoustic guitar music. And that was it.

And this horrible bitch who I knew was there. She worked around me for a few months a couple years before this point. I didn't know she attended the place. She was there with her husband and kids. She was hugging me and flirting with me, and it made me uncomfortable as hell. They were volunteers and all about appearing normal like all the others.

I'm glad churches have shit attendance. I like how the retard reverands are all like "I know who i should be able to turn to. i see what you drive" like the concept of people being poor despite driving an expensive car and living in an expensive house is foreign to them. Funny how people who claim to not judge, only look at the surface. Then again, how many of them are carrying out affairs despite desperately wanting to uphold the image of normalcy?

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anonymous Religion August 16, 2025 at 10:22 am 0 0