Wonder you not bipolar...or a male version of Sybil

I went to a Catholic grade school and was an altar boy, most of the "hoodlums" in town came from that Catholic grade school. I remember once after service the other altar boy and I got drunk on the wine in the back. The priest was a friend of ours. We never understood a word he said, but we helped him drink his wine. Joy to the world!

read a book about a man called Karl panzram journal of murder I think its called. I think you might like it.

I thought that the wine was Christ's blood. Either a) Your parents didn't believe it was Christ's blood or b) Your parents forced you to drink alcohol while under age

Nothing like that at all my father was a lapsed Presbyterian and my mother an agnostic. I became an atheist at ten when i realized religion was based on magic and magic is just nonsense.

As a very young child, I attended a Protestant church. Then as I grew older, I attended a Southern Baptist church weekly with my grandmother. In my late teens and early twenties, I became a member of a non-denominational charismatic church with the speaking in tongues. (A whole lot of "Shabalaba Phychobabble) I was still a strong believer when I got my first job in radio at age 21. I was a DJ a contemporary christian rock station. I even led one of those "prayer call" things for an hour each day on-air.

Somehow, it all just never felt quite right to me. One day I just suddenly had an epiphany. I realized that I never actually tried to use my own critical thinking about anything. I always had the chameleonic tendency to do what everyone else did because I felt I was supposed to do that.

It took a long time to get over the fear and guilt of the release of old beliefs. Then, it took a longer time to get over how I felt about having led so many others down the walk of ignorance and blind faith. But, I'm finally over all of it.