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I will only say this: I choose people. Living, breathing, feeling, complicated, beautiful, real people. 
Not myths, stories, rigid man made and man enforced rules, no fables and tales and unproven and/or unprovable contradictory beings. 
I choose free thinking and self awareness and individuality and learning and growing and questioning. 
Experience life, eat what you want, live where you want, love who you want, wear what you want, sing, softly or loudly, dance, slowly or wildly, read, watch, listen, touch, drink, walk, run, grow your hair, shave your head, wear bright pink liberty spikes, kiss your teenager in public, eat breakfast for dinner, eat a banana split in bed watching porn, shop on Sunday, curse, don't curse, make up swear words, listen to metal, listen to Vivaldi, let your daughter wear Fruit of the Loom tighty whiteys or you son wear Barbie sparkle panties. Let the dog eat off your plate, help someone who's locked their keys in their car, rescue a pet from a shelter or rescue, don't rake your leaves, or leave them in a pile just for the kids to jump in. Eat meat. Eat vegetables. Don't tell anyone else what to eat or not eat. Fart in the bathtub, admit you like candy corns, admit you don't know everything. Admit nobody else knows everything either.
I choose people. Real, live people. 
I've lost count of the people who've deleted me from Facebook for NOT believing in their unrealistic and fantastical, unproven gods and fantasies. And I'm here. I'm real. I'm a real human being. And I was thrown away. 
I can prove I'm real. I have evidence I am real. I try to be a good friend and family member and part of society. But because of one difference, I am dropped without a second thought. I'm not a racist or a murderer, I'm not stealing your money or smashing your car windows or letting your dog's out of the yard. I'm not selling crack to second graders or poisoning my neighbors or tripping old ladies. 
I just choose to believe in evidence. 
I choose to think for myself. 
Apparently that is offensive and repellant to some and takes precedent over a warm body.

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