I am not a scientist.
I am not a scholar.
I have never been a theologian, pastor, nor an apologist… except from my armchair.

I do not enjoy reading about philosophy or logic.
I have not mastered true rational thought, and I probably couldn’t explain it to you without quoting someone else.
I still don’t know where I stand on a lot of issues, and I am often a poor representative of any position.

I am a normal mid-twenties woman with a job, internet addiction, and flabby thighs.
I read more fiction than non-fiction, love random factoids, and I only follow the news I find most interesting.
I like to make dirty jokes and curse like a sailor.
I’m overly curious, not afraid of emotion, personal, and very opinionated.
I adore deep conversations about experience, ideas, theology, and life.
I have a 4-year Bachelor’s degree in Communications and a minor in Creative Writing. I think this just means I like words.

I left faith because I am your normal everyday thinking chick with an itch to know herself and her place in this life. I used to be called wise and thoughtful about the bible and faith, but now I realize I was and am simply holding small bits of knowledge and insight that hang like loose strings off the coattails of the great thinkers and eloquent writers that have gone before.

I did not read every book I could get my hands on before deconverting. I did not engage in endless debates or request pastoral counseling. I will not pretend that I couldn’t have done more to save my faith. Perhaps with enough devotion and desperation anyone can shut out doubt and curiosity. When I left Christianity, I watched, listened, read, and digested the right things at the right time. Because of this, the light bulb in my head didn’t just turn on; it exploded like a popped balloon. I was ready. Faith was no more.

I am not an authority. I do not blog because I believe I know something you don’t. I’m not here to bring you the latest and hottest news, gain internet stardom, or wax eloquent about the meaning of life. I blog because I like being a part of the community and conversation. I also like hearing myself talk, and that doesn’t hurt.

I am just a woman–a Godless Girl.

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5 thoughts on “Why I Am Not An Authority, Just a Woman”

nothingprofound · February 2, 2010 at 1:28 pm

Lovely writing. Very honest, humble and appealing.

    GG · February 4, 2010 at 11:29 am

    that’s very kind of you 🙂

GG · February 4, 2010 at 11:29 am

Thank you, Sue. I appreciate that balanced attitude in others so much.

krissthesexyatheist · February 16, 2010 at 12:38 pm

Very nice. I started mine, not to “out scholar the scholars”-because I can’t, but to show that atheists are human also. Check back latter.
.-= krissthesexyatheist’s last blog ..The Barracuda and the Bible =-.

Hambydammit · February 18, 2010 at 7:49 pm

I really appreciate this entry. Sometimes I think we atheists paint ourselves into a corner by portraying atheism as something reserved for the intellectual elite. The fact of the matter is, it doesn’t take much to look at the Bible and say, “Gee… that sounds made up.”

Yeah, indoctrination is a son of a bitch, and it’s sometimes emotionally difficult to leave religion, but the intellectual leap itself isn’t that hard.
.-= Hambydammit’s last blog ..Catholics Blame Child Molestation on the Sexual Revolution =-.

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