Of course, I
am a
satanist, and despite the way I've chosen to live my life, I'm not hassled for it as many of my
compatriots are, have been, and probably will be. I mean, if you can't wise up and ditch the giant
gleaming pentagram necklace, black
trenchcoat, and
thigh high buckle up bitch boots when you're going to buy groceries, or hang out or whatever, then you've got some serious problems.
So, I consider myself my own god, and it's kind of funny when you think about it, a deity in long shorts and flip flops, with a flowery shirt and a few days worth of unshaven scraggle on his chin. In the end though, it'll all pay off, and as long as nobody is the wiser... I'll probably have a much more enjoyable time of it till that day.
Note to self: Next time you get in your car, when nobody is paying attention to the guy who subscribes to almost none of the important parts of their value systems, scream, "Suckers!!!" as loud as you can before leaving the scene in a perfectly calm manner.