If you are not from the Deep South, you might find it odd that blessings are bestowed upon you when you are buying french fries at the McDonald’s drive through, but I assure you it is considered proper manners here.
What seems to really stump people is dealing with those of no faith. I have yet to find an etiquette guide to help handle heathens in Dixie. I thought I might offer some pointers to you good people because I am not the only atheist you know. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but next time you are at a secular event where you are supposed to bow your head during the illegal Christian prayer, you know in the next few days, look around and see who is looking around to see who is looking around. I’m never the only one.
Do not say you’ll pray for me. Look. You can pray to whomever about whatever in the privacy of your home for as long as you like. But when you say you will pray for me, you’ve just found a really easy way (for you) to tell me everything I think and feel is morally wrong, I am irredeemable, and you’re telling God. Nobody likes a snitch. “Have a blessed day,” is a habit for you, I know. But it’s really no better.
Do not say you want a dialog and then just preach at me. I know the difference. And none of that How to Convert an Atheist in 10 Easy Steps shit. I hope you didn’t pay money for that book.
Do not quote the Bible at me. Yes, I have read it. Damn. Almost as long as The Stand. And a whole bunch of other books, too. Interested in book club?
Do not assume I am angry at God. Are you angry at fairies?
Do not tell me this is why I am single. I’m doing fine, thanks. Actually, I usually date other atheists. There are more of us than you know. We have parties and listen to death metal. Naked.
Do not ask me if my life is meaningless or dark or filled with fear of death. I assure you it is not. If I told you it was, would that validate your own belief that God is necessary? Do you really need that?
Do not ask me to go to church with you. I know you think your particular church and your particular minister can teach me something I don’t already know. They can’t. If you’d like to spend time with me, I’d love to go for Chai.
Do not tell me I should believe “just in case” so I have insurance against going to hell. I am going to respect you enough to assume the threat of hell is not the only reason you believe. Why should it be mine?
Do not ask me why, if I have no fear of eternal damnation, I’m not out there killing people. Seriously, do not ask me that. It scares the shit out of me. You please keep going to church. Do that Wednesday thing, too.
Do not start in on evolution without realizing I have an anthropology degree, and I will nail you to the cross in your living room. I do not have time for your why are there still monkeys crap. Read a book. No. One of the other ones.
Do not put crosses up all over my children’s public school. Unless there is a vampire problem. Then it’s fine. Student safety should be everyone’s first priority.
And don’t tell me I am sending my children to hell; they tell me that every time they get in trouble and I cut off the internet. It’s not working for them either.
Lastly, just be aware that not everyone around you is a believer. Most of us atheists look pretty normal. The universe is not your own private house of worship. It would be especially polite if you remembered this when you vote.