It gets a bit more than annoying when adults (and more often that not, other teenagers) tell me that I’m not an atheist and I don’t know what my sexual orientation is and my opinions don’t matter because I don’t know anything because I’m a teenager.
I understand their side of the argument I guess, the little bit that teenagers are kind of shifty and experiment with the things they weren’t brought up with and stuff like that. But I’m preeeetty sure that if anyone knows what I believe in and who and what I like, it’s me.
I’m not being rebellious. I’m not going through a phase. I know what I believe. I know what I’m attracted to. I’m old enough to think for myself now, good day to you sir.
Dude. My Mom doesn’t think I’ve really thought about being an atheist and one day I’ll just change my mind. I told her...