Christianity and joking
I do my best to avoid joking about Christianity, a religion I left a long time ago. It wasn’t really like leaving. . . more like a prolonged breakup in which we’re still friends, yet unsure how to act around one another. It’s kind of uneasy. You know, we still see each other from time to time, I still remember the prayers (kinda like dancing to “our song”) and have a lot of respect for Christianity’s god (sorta like one has a respect for an ex-girlfriend’s cool dad), but it’s just mostly awkward.
I don’t have a desire to go back, but I don’t have a desire to burn the bridges, either. The awkwardness is strangely usual and normal to me. It doesn’t bother me, really, it just makes me wonder what might have been.
