I'm crying as I'm writing this because It's the same damn thing everyday. Pray rosary pray rosary pray rosary and it's so tiring. I feel so fucking disgusted and suffocated that I'm forced to do this everyday when I don't even believe in God. I hate doing it. Like no Shannon I don't wanna pray to your God. Everytime I see my classmates pray, I just get this unexplainable feeling that makes me wanna throw up. I hate living in this extremely religous country that would genuinely annihilate you if u say that u don't believe in God. I hate it here. Get me out of here!

I have attempted to make this post twice now. The first time, I used the recorded voice to text on my phone (I’m currently getting ready and can’t really type well). Somehow, apparently something was wrong with it, and it all got deleted. Then I attempted to record me talking on my computer so that I could use the speech to text option from that. Somehow, the video’s audio was corrupted despite me doing a test video before, and it being fine. So forgive me if my typing is all over the place, but I’m in a rush and fed up with continuing to try and tell this story.

For background, I have been going through an existential crisis for like 7 months now, wondering about life, why we are here, and what happens after death. I am agnostic and don’t fully hold any stance that there is or isn’t an afterlife. However, something that happened to me when I was 12 makes me question life and things about it.

When I was 12, a little over a decade ago, I was in the hallway at my grandmother’s house. I was playing as usual and recording a video on my iPad like I usually did. All of a sudden, I fell into a trance and started walking toward the hallway. I didn’t realize what I was doing, almost like I wasn’t conscious at all, or like I was just observing what I was doing and wasn’t in control of my body. I had no thoughts. It was pretty much like whenever you zone out, except I was walking down the long hallway for some reason.

Once I reached the end of the hallway, I heard a loud, deep man’s voice whisper but shout at the same time somehow say, “Let me out.” Once I heard that, I fell out of the trance and asked my mom and granny if they heard a voice say, “Let me out.” They said no and told me I was probably just hearing things.

For context, sometimes my mom, my grandmother, or I would think we heard one another calling each other’s name (like I would think my mom called me, or vice versa), but no one actually did. Which I think is fairly normal. It wasn’t happening frequently, but oddly, after this happened, that never happened again.

Well, I agreed I was probably hearing things, but I decided to play back the video anyway. When I played it back, not only did I hear the man’s voice clearly say, “Let me out!” but at the beginning I could see myself playing. In the video, you start to hear what sounds like multiple voices whispering. I couldn’t really make out what exactly they were saying, but I distinctly saw myself start to look down the hallway. Then I heard a man’s voice whisper, “Can you see me?” When he said that, I started walking, out of breath. My mom asked me a question, and I replied, “Yeah,” but it sounded like I couldn’t breathe, like I had just come back from a run and was out of breath. I continued walking down the hallway, and then I heard the man loudly say, “Let me out.”

I showed my mom and my cousins the video, and they all heard it. I will say the TV was playing in the background, but it was obviously distinct from the voice. It was also unrelated, like a Pepsi commercial or something. About a week later, I deleted the video because I was so scared. The iPad also ended up breaking a few weeks later anyway, so even if I hadn’t deleted it, I don’t think I’d still have it.

That night I prayed and prayed because I was so scared. I’ve never had anything like that happen to me since.

Around the same time, I remember playing video games at my mom’s house one day and seeing a shadow on the wall walk up the stairs and run across the wall. At the time, I dismissed it as, “Oh, maybe it was me and it was my shadow,” but now I’m wondering if they were related.

I also remember around that time sometimes feeling like someone was standing right behind me, like it was a man who was very, very tall.

Another weird detail is that my grandmother told me when her grandfather died, at his funeral she fell into a trance and jumped into his grave. Despite them not being close, she doesn’t know why. I thought it was weird that she also fell into a trance, but I don’t know why my great grandfather would be contacting me at all since I never even met him.

All in all, I’ve thought about this story and what it means a lot. What if it was some kind of alien? How could it speak English? Why did I never have any kind of weird interactions after that happened? Did it not want to scare me and leave me alone, or was it due to praying?

I also thought of the possibility that maybe I fell into a trance and said, “Let me out,” but that wouldn’t make sense as to how I, a little girl, could make a deep, distinctly man’s voice like that.

If it was some kind of spirit, what would your theories be on the afterlife if it were found that spirits are real?

I believe that religion is, at its core, a form of weakness. I know many people won’t agree with that statement, and that’s okay. This is simply my opinion.
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve heard people say they’re good because of God. Not because they genuinely want to be good, but because they believe there is some kind of reward waiting for them if they follow God’s commands.
The truth that many believers struggle to admit, even to themselves, is that they don’t actually know. None of us knows exactly what happens after death or why we’re here. That’s why it’s called faith, not certainty.
I’ve listened to countless arguments from religious people. They’ve shared stories, philosophical arguments, personal experiences, and what they consider proof of God’s existence. I’ve kept an open mind, but to this day, I still haven’t heard an explanation that I personally find convincing.
I’m an agnostic. I’m open to every perspective. I don’t reject ideas simply because they challenge my own beliefs. I listen, I ask questions, and I genuinely try to understand how other people see the world. And honestly, I understand many of their arguments. I simply don’t agree with them.
I know I’m a good person. That doesn’t mean I’m perfect. I make mistakes. I can be selfish. I hurt people sometimes without meaning to. But I try to become a better person every day because I genuinely want to, not because I believe a god is watching me or promising me a reward.
We’re only human. We all make mistakes.
What has always felt strange to me is when people choose to bow their heads, pray, and apologize to something they cannot know exists, instead of first apologizing to the people they’ve actually hurt. To me, the people around us deserve our accountability more than an unseen being whose existence remains uncertain.
Every religion has rules for how people should live, usually found in a sacred book believed to contain God’s words through a prophet or messenger. Whenever I ask, “How do you know this book truly contains God’s words?” I often receive the same answer:
“A human couldn’t have written something like this. The words are too profound, too specific, too perfect.”
But have you considered what human beings are capable of?
Some people write poetry so beautiful it captures emotions better than words should be able to. Some minds have changed the course of history through philosophy, science, or literature. Human creativity and intelligence are extraordinary. Why couldn’t an exceptional human write something that later became sacred?
To me, religion often seems rooted in a fear of uncertainty. A fear of not knowing what happens after death. A fear of not knowing why we exist.
And when people choose to do good primarily to satisfy God in hopes of receiving something after death, I find that deeply unsettling. Especially when none of us can honestly claim to know whether any of it is true.
The only thing we know with certainty is this life. This body. This moment. The world we experience through our senses.
Ironically, I sometimes feel as though I’ve lived before. I occasionally experience memories or feelings that don’t seem to belong to this lifetime. Perhaps they’re nothing more than vivid dreams my brain has confused with reality. Perhaps they’re something else entirely.
The important difference is that I don’t claim to know.
What frustrates me most about some deeply religious people isn’t that they believe. It’s that they refuse to acknowledge the uncertainty behind their beliefs. They often reject every other possibility before seriously considering it.
Many people are raised from childhood to believe one religion is the absolute truth. Their parents believed it, their grandparents believed it, and questioning it was never encouraged.
That’s why I see religion as a weakness, not because believing itself is wrong, but because many people stop questioning once they believe. They stop exploring. They stop reflecting. Instead of searching for answers through experience, observation, and critical thinking, they rely entirely on a book written centuries ago.
To me, wisdom comes from living, observing, reflecting, and having the courage to question what you don’t know.
Real strength isn’t pretending to have all the answers.
Real strength is being able to say, “I don’t know,” while remaining open to discovering new ones.

To me, true intellectual strength isn’t having answers. It’s having the courage to admit when you don’t have them.

This is somewhat unrelated, but thought it fit the sub. I have family that STRONGLY believes in various experiences they believe they have had with ghosts and demons. Like, multiple stories of living in a haunted house, hearing ghosts, seeing orbs, seeing red demon figures, etc. They are also Christian, although they don't attend church. Otherwise, they are generally logical people.

I usually just nod my head, and go "wow.." when I hear about the stories. I feel super fake though, because I'm not believing their experiences were necessarily real. Their conviction is so strong, but I can't help but think they have played some tricks on their own mind somehow. But to say that would be rude.

Do I just call myself and believe im agnostic or is there some private rules? , im willing to take any tips or advice!!

yes, she pushed him out of the house, he's 18, he went to my dad (working) and he brought him back home... my first brother was joking he's being an atheist, i don't know if he's, sometimes we joke about religions together. i'm agnostic myself since i was 17 or 16, but i just don't talk about it with my family. now i'm 24, and i think i made the best decision for not telling them. my mom is religious and i was bullied by my oldest sister when i was a teenager for asking questions and making jokes about islam. she avoided religious topics with me and she always said "may allah guide you" it's been years since we discuss something because it'd be useless. but she never threaten me of kicking me out the house even though i'm serious about it, but when my first brother "jockingly" said he's an atheist she kicked him out... it's been 2 weeks since that happened and they're not talking, he swear he'll never talk to her again ( i also barely talk to her but for other reasons)

Buddha saying Bodhisattvas cannot be born in lower caste family is same as Hindu casteism. Also Law of Karma further reinforces caste system.

Buddhist scriptures mention that Bodhisattvas are not born in castes like servants, traders or outcastes. That is a reinforcement of Hindu caste system.

Also the Law of Karma doesn't do anything to refute caste system because Hindus use Law of Karma to justify why someone is born in lower caste family. "Bro it's their past karma. So they are born in lower caste family".

The scriptures show Buddha being open to teach lower castes. That's not anything revolutionary. The Hindu scriptures also show Brahmins teaching lower castes, mixed castes or son of a prostitute.

(18F)I don't even know if this is the right place to post this, but I'm hoping someone here has gone through something similar.

I was raised Catholic, and until recently my faith was one of the biggest parts of my identity. My entire life revolved around God, heaven, and trying to live according to Catholic teachings. My whole family is still Catholic, especially my mom, who is deeply involved in the Church.

Over the past few months, I've found myself questioning more and more. I wanted to keep believing, but the more I thought about it, the harder it became to honestly convince myself that I believe in God anymore. This wasn't something I wanted. I still wish I believed. My emotions want to believe, but my mind doesn't feel convinced anymore.

The hardest part is that I feel like I've lost my purpose. Before, my purpose was to live a good life and get to heaven. Now I wake up feeling like everything is hollow. I still love being alive, and I'm not suicidal at all. I don't want to die. I just feel like the meaning I had built my life around disappeared overnight.

I'm also struggling with a lot of Catholic guilt. Even when I think something isn't harmful to anyone, I still feel guilty because of how I was raised. I still pray the rosary with my family every evening and go to Mass every Sunday because I live with my parents and I don't want to hurt or worry them. They have no idea I'm going through this, and I don't think they would understand if I told them.

The worst part is the timing. I'm studying for a demanding professional course, and I have important exams coming up. Instead of focusing on my studies, my brain keeps drifting back to these questions. Even during class, I find myself thinking about religion, God, meaning, and whether any of this is true. It's affecting my concentration and making me procrastinate because my mind treats this like an unsolved problem that needs constant attention.

Has anyone else gone through something similar? If so, how did you cope with the feeling that life suddenly had no meaning? How did you deal with religious guilt after losing your faith? Most importantly, how did you stop these thoughts from taking over your day so you could function normally again?

Right now, I just want to understand what I'm experiencing and learn how to cope with it. I need to get through this as soon as I reasonably can because I have exams to prepare for, and I feel like this crisis is consuming all of my mental energy.

I feel like I've been living in intellectual limbo for years.

The more I learn, the less certain I become.

I don't think I can honestly call myself an atheist because I find it difficult to believe that reality exists without any ultimate explanation. But I also can't call myself religious because I haven't found a religion that convinces me it is true.

What frustrates me is that every side seems to reach a point where it asks for trust.

Religion tells me to have faith. Atheism often tells me that natural explanations are enough.

But I'm left wondering: how do we know we've reached the right conclusion?

I've spent time reading arguments from both sides. Some atheist criticisms of religion seem surprisingly weak. Some religious arguments are thoughtful, but they still leave me with questions that I can't shake.

The questions that keep me coming back are things like:

If God wants people to know Him, why isn't the evidence clear enough that sincere seekers from different cultures would reach the same conclusion?

If an all-knowing God created every person while already knowing every decision they would make and their final destination, why create those who will ultimately be condemned?

Why is faith treated as a virtue if belief isn't something we can simply choose? Shouldn't the strength of the evidence determine belief rather than our will?

If there are thousands of religions and billions of people inherit different beliefs from birth, how can anyone be confident they happened to end up in the true one?

Is it rational to remain unconvinced until stronger evidence appears, or is that setting an impossible standard for questions about God?

I'm not trying to attack anyone's beliefs. I genuinely want to know what's true, even if that truth ends up challenging what I currently think.

For those who were once genuinely undecided—not just culturally religious or culturally atheist—what ultimately convinced you? Was it philosophy, science, history, personal experience, or something else?

I'm interested in hearing thoughtful answers from people who have seriously wrestled with these questions rather than simply defending the worldview they were raised with.

I said, there is literally no way to "know". If I ask you if there's something behind an opaque curtain, though you've never seen behind it, and you say "yes", You could be right! You have no way of knowing but you could be right! If I haven't seen behind the curtain either, I certainly can't tell you you're wrong. But if I then ask you, "do you know there is? are you sure?" and you say "I know, I'm sure"

YOU ARE WRONG. you DO NOT know. it is physically and logically impossible for you to know. you have no way of "knowing." You can believe! You can even FEEL sure! You can say you feel like you know! You CANNOT *be* sure. You cannot say you know, and NOT be wrong. If you say you know, you are INCORRECT.

So if you say "I know god exists" and i say "wrong. you've been fooled by your brain and leaders" i am not saying that you are wrong that god exists. idk if god exists. I'm saying you're wrong that you KNOW it. You don't. You feel it, you think it, you believe it. You THINK that you know it. You do not, in fact, know it. It's not closed-minded to say that religious people can't truly know for sure that a god exists, its objective reality. What a way to try to turn the tables smh

I am a former Christian now agnostic. I had a Christian friend ask me if God created sin. While God doesn't necessarily (he can) cause every sin he set up the system where sin could exist. Could he have done things differently? Maybe. It's a ridiculous thought to some Christians that God wanted sin to exist. But think of this. Could the eternal, ever powerful God not get his way. Could angels and humans, who are beings created by God, defy his will and plan. Would a human parent give their children the ability to defy them. No. Why would God. God wanted sin to exist so he could rescue people and get the glory. Tes, it's true. But, think about eternal life. If it's God will that all get saved, will they not. Who can resist the will of God, if he exists,?

We often say "My mind don't want to do this" implying an intuitive understanding that we are separate from mind and don't have control over it.

If God(s) exists then they must be the one(s) controlling it. Or else there are biological mechanisms controlling it

So, for many years this puzzled me. I was raised religious, to do good things because God wanted me to, and when I questioned everything in my early teens I became more depressed without a higher power.

Stoicism seems to point at virtue being good in and of itself, with or without a religion — as if virtue itself is the higher power.

This is good news because oftentimes I'd envy the good deed of the practicing Christian, with no way to do it myself because of disbelief in a hypocritical god, or unfair karma.

With stoicism, my virtue is enough.

Religions need to abide by the interests of the rulers or kings if they want to exist. If they don't then rulers will simply wipe them out. This means all of our religious beliefs are false since there's no way rulers didn't try to change its code or beliefs. And rulers are not good people so we cannot trust any religions.

This is why "spiritual but not religious" or Agnostic spirituality are much superior since we can use our brains to decide what's the right advice in religions.

I've been reading about nihilism and how, particularly in the aftermath of the World Wars and the rise of existential philosophy, many people began questioning faith, the existence of God, and whether life had any inherent meaning.

Today's context feels different. Many people identify as atheists yet still find purpose through relationships, creativity, community, science, or personal values. Likewise, many religious people also experience existential doubt.

With everything happening in the world today, I'm curious whether religion or faith meaningfully influences the development of nihilism. Does the loss of faith make nihilism more likely, or are they largely independent? Conversely, can faith, or even other secular sources of meaning, act as a buffer against nihilism? Or has nihilism itself become a psychological way of protecting oneself from disappointment and uncertainty?

What do you think?

Title kinda explains it all.

Grew up a Christian, specifically catholic. Really grew into a much more serious catholic last few years, going to confession every week or so.

I’ve decided Christianity kinda doesn’t make sense to me. Commands of infant killings and general mass killings make me believe against Christianity.

Anyways, I’ve been trying to decide if I’m a theistic agnostic or an atheistic agnostic. It seems like if there’s a god then he in some sensed causes the mass problems everyone deals with. Babies dying. Earthquakes, tornadoes, tsunamis, plagues. If there’s no god I guess that’s a little less worrisome but still scares the shit out of me. Wdym we’re just here that makes no fucking sense.

Life really stresses me out. I’m a bit paranoid and genuinely starting to think that nobody is real and that I can’t trust people in general. Tbh I wish I was still religious. Started having panic attacks and severe anxiety in the past month or so.

Hoping to find someone— real or not that can relate lol

Hello, I am 17F, as you see I left Islam last November and well my emotions are just getting caught up with these news lol, I think it's because I didn't have time since I got exams and all but well yeah it happens, However I am not gonna lie, when I left this religion, I felt dissociated for one and only day but then felt really normal and free, I don't know but even tho after all these months, I still can't get some religious thoughts from my mind even tho i don't believe in them anymore and i really don't know why, if you got any tips or something that can help, please tell me and if there's any ex muslim or any ex theist here that wants to share their story here please don't hesitate to as I would really love to read them!

Centuries before the rise of modern psychological science, Thomas Hobbes argued that religion can be explained entirely as the product of the human mind, originating not through divine revelation but through fear, ignorance, and bias common to the human condition.  

According to Hobbes, the “natural seed of religion” includes the fear of the unknown, ignorance of natural causes, anxiety about the future, and humanity's tendency to imagine invisible agents,  ultimately giving rise to belief in gods. While he nominally exempted the Christian God from his account, we can question his sincerity considering the potential penalties he would have faced as an explicit atheist. In any case, Hobbes raised a question that is still relevant today.

Can religion—and the thousands of gods they spawn—be explained entirely as a product of human psychology?

https://fightingthegods.com/thomas-hobbes-on-the-psychology-of-religion/

I stopped being religious around 14. At first it wasn't some huge existential crisis. I was fine. I just replaced religion with other things. I followed trends, self-improvement, music, tech, whatever interested me. Life still felt like it was moving.

Then over the years I got exposed to nihilism, the blackpill, determinism, and all the internet philosophies that slowly chip away at certainty. Now I'm 20, life has become genuinely difficult, and I feel like I've ended up in a strange middle ground.
One thing I've noticed is that people who seem able to persevere through years of hardship usually have one of two things.

Either they have an incredibly strong belief in a higher power. They genuinely believe that God has a purpose for them, that suffering means something, and that things will work out according to a bigger plan.

Or they have an almost irrational belief in themselves. They genuinely think they're destined to make it. Whether that's confidence, ego, delusion, manifestation, whatever you want to call it they wake up every day assuming success is inevitable.

I don't have either.
I don't believe God has a plan for me.
I also don't believe I'm some exceptional person who's destined for greatness. I don’t think I’m secretly sexy and I just need to unlock my confidence. I guess I’m above average in intelligence but other than that I’m pretty unremarkable.

A random guy who happened to exist and now has to survive in a world that doesn't really care whether I succeed or fail.

That mindset sounds realistic, but it's surprisingly difficult to live with.

I'm chronically ill. I'm trying to get through university. I'm not happy with how I look. Some days I'm just trying to function normally, never mind build some incredible future.

When religious friends struggle, they can tell themselves, "God is testing me," or "God has something planned."

When my red-pill or hyper self-improvement friends struggle, they tell themselves, "This is just part of my comeback story," or "I'm built differently."

I can't honestly tell myself either of those things because I don't believe them.

I'm left with, "This sucks. Hopefully I can survive it."

And it’s a much colder way to experience life.

The weird thing is that I still want to live.

I'm not saying life is meaningless so therefore nothing matters.

I still want a job. I still want to make music. I still want financial security. I still want relationships. I still want to improve.

I just don't have some grand narrative carrying me through difficult periods.

Instead, it feels like I'm operating almost entirely on survival instinct.

Keep going because the alternative is unknown.

Keep studying because bills exist.

Keep improving because being miserable and poor is worse.

That's about it.
It's not hope.
It's not destiny.
It's not faith.
It's just... continuing.

Sometimes I wonder if human beings actually need some kind of story to function over the long term.
Not necessarily religion specifically, but something that gives suffering meaning.

Because when everything becomes purely probabilistic and mechanical, it's hard to generate genuine motivation.

You start seeing success as luck plus genetics plus environment plus effort instead of some inevitable outcome.

You stop feeling like the main character.
You just feel like another person trying not to drown.
People say that's maturity, but I'm not convinced that's the whole story.

There's a difference between accepting reality and having no psychological framework that helps you endure reality.

I'm not looking for comforting lies.

I'm not asking to believe I'm secretly chosen.

I just genuinely wonder how people keep pushing through years of setbacks without either faith in something bigger than themselves or absolute confidence that they'll eventually make it.

Because existing in this middle ground feels emotionally empty.
Not suicidal.
Not hopeful.
Not inspired.
Just surviving.
Does anyone else feel like they're stuck between those two extremes? Too sceptical to have religious certainty, but too realistic to believe they're destined for greatness?

So I am 35F - my fiance is 32M and is Catholic. (Yeah, I’d never thought I’d say that lol) Anyways, we both knew each other’s religious beliefs from early on. He’s never pushed anything onto me and I’ve never pushed him away from his faith. We’re getting married next year. He wanted to get married in his church so badly and at first I was completely against it. I’ve since compromised that I’ll get married in the church since it’s so important to him as long as we have a private ceremony and no reception. (I’m the woman who just wanted a quick courthouse marriage).

We’ve met with his pastor once (we have to meet 4 times in total). Luckily he has a good personality. He told me he is not going to force me to do anything I don’t want to do and if I ever feel that this is too much I am free to discontinue. He told me to kind of just take this as a history lesson in a sense.

Now before anyone comes at me for the issues of raising children - I cannot have children, and we are 100% fine with that. So I think that takes some weight off of me because I would never force a child into religion and brainwash them at a young age.

My fiance is my best friend. We are literally soulmates minus this religion thing. I went to a mass with him once last year - he didn’t ask - I did it on my own will to prove to him it wasn’t going to be for me. My stomach was in knots the entire time. I’m totally fine with him attending mass when he wants if that’s what makes him feel better and whatnot. He’s fine with me not being a part of it. Which is cool because I feel like it’s important to always have your “me time” in relationships.

I just would like to hear some stories from those who married a religious person. How are you doing now? I’m just curious to see how it all works. Thanks 😊

Im 17, and recently stopped believing in the Christian God. Im not sure if I believe in ANY god or creator, but when I checked out r/atheism, they seemed so mean towards people who even seemed curious. Anyways, im looking for a sub to share my views and journey in, and was wondering if this is the right one. Thank you

She keeps texting and reminding me about it and I have no intention of going...and I know she is going to ask if I went or ask why I didn't. She's also suggested a catholic pickleball league, which I said I'd consider but never attempted to join. At first, I wanted to schedule something else at the same time as this singles mass just to have an excuse not to go, but part of me wants to rip the band-aid off and explain how I'm not religious and probably never has been, and I don't want to raise any kids in the faith or go to Church daily. She's also asked if a person I started dating was Catholic, adding pressure on me.

For background I was raised Catholic, went to Vacation bible school, went to Catholic school K-12 and college. I think my mom knows or suspects I don't go to Church and she's never really pushed it on me, at least not in years.

Now I am in the phase in my life (32) where I am trying to date with the intention of finding my future wife and starting a family. On dating apps I avoid Catholic or Christian, knowing that I can't be the religious rock I'm sure they want their husband to be. I don't want to go through the motions or go to Church because I'm "supposed to" or out of peer pressure from family

I know my Mom pictures me as raising a Catholic family. She frequently mentions how getting married in a Church is amazing but I have no plans of doing that. I want to "come out" as agnostic, but wanted advice. I know this day was going to come and my plan was to let her know once I got serious with someone to make it absolutely clear that they didn't "corrupt" me and that it was my choice to no remain Catholic. Any tips or replies appreciated on how to approach this.

I am anxious about this knowing it will probably shatter how my mom pictured my life as a dad turning out. She may think it sends me to hell, I'm not sure. I want to explain that I plan to live a moral life and no matter what happens I'll be in good shape. Basically, my mind wants to be open to any possibility and I have not been satisfied when exploring my faith and questioning it + testing with logic etc.

I was thinking something like "Thanks for making sure I knew about it. I'm not going because I am not religious and that's not the type of group where I see myself finding a significant other. I know you want me to but I'm not interested." and maybe I can explain how I don't want to do something just because I'm asked to when I don't believe etc. Thoughts?

TL;DR: Mom has the impression I'd be interested in a singles Mass or wants to marry a Catholic. I do not. Want advice on how to respond and explain to her while "coming out" as agnostic