My parents taught me that if I didn’t want to see something that someone was doing I need to look elsewhere. It ain’t my business.

They’re both religious, but they have talked shit about the bigotry in their church for as long as I can remember. They never understood why I abandoned religion. However, Mom did eventually tell me “As long as you’re a good person I’m not going to press you on it. At least you didn’t turn out to be a jackass like <name of their assistant pastor who I grew up in church with>.”

I wish more people viewed their religion like that instead of viewing it like that jackass.