I left the church and organized religion for many reasons, decades ago.

I can’t embrace my enemies.

I sometimes feel hatred (I try not to hold onto it, but it often persists).

I resent being scolded for not mourning those whom others think I should mourn.

When I don’t like folks, I don’t like them and I can’t pretend I care what happens to them.

I won’t harm people, even those I dislike, but I might not help them, either.

And it feels like hypocrisy to pretend otherwise.

The good news is that I don’t generally dislike people for no reason; that’s too much work. They have to really have earned it. 🤨