no fun being an atheist

Trouble with aetheism is that it doesn't have any holidays. Most of my fellow atheists at the time seemed to be more anti-christian than pro atheist. There was a lot of college childishness. If a church burned down this was an occasion for a party. There was always lurking a particular hint of nothing to do, no goals or any hope for anything better. It was a spiritual nausea, just like a Sartre novel. The boredom of a prison cell with no exit, just like one of his other so titled novels. The sense of sadness, of squeezing into a tiny car and driving down narrow roads cast a film noir over one's outlook.