When I was 14-18 I was immortal.
When I was 18-21 I knew I wasn't immortal, but knew that nothing bad would happen to me for years and years.
When I was 22-25 I knew something bad could happen to me, but I didn't care if it did.
That I survived those 11 years sometimes makes me doubt my atheism.
Examining, hard, what deity would consider my behavior pious and reward me with divine intervention... um... Yeah, they're not on the "good" side of the ledger.
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