those ranty atheists
I sing along with Christmas songs, yet I am an atheist. I never questioned this, until someone questioned me about it.
So let’s back up a bit and look at other songs I like.
I sing along with songs about breaking up, even though I’m not breaking up with anyone. (No plans to, either.)
I sing about going to rehab, yet I’m only addicted to coffee. (Okay maybe Farmville a little bit too.)
I sing about yellow submarines, yet I have never lived in one.
I have belted out love for Krishna, whoever that is.
Songs about trucking. About cemeteries. Elderberry wine. Surfing. Riding a bike with no handlebars. Blue velvet. Pinball wizards.
One song about how to treat a woman makes me weep; it’s so beautiful. But learning how to treat a women isn’t really on my to-do list.
Get the idea? Stop asking atheists why they do whatever they do. They—We, like anyone else, enjoy that which is beautiful, heart-felt, and meaningful. You don’t need to agree explicitly or implicitly with a song’s lyrics to enjoy the song.
This goes for everything else. You don’t need to be Mexican to enjoy a tamale. Why can’t I have a tree and stockings on Christmas? Why can’t I say Merry Christmas? Is it reserved only for people who believe in Christ? That’s just silly. You’re being silly. Just stop.