I don’t eat peanut butter. I find it repulsive and will go out of my way to not eat things with peanut butter.

People have often told me that I’m missing out. That food is so much better with peanut butter. “You’ve never had a Reese’s Cup? Or a PB&J? How can you be happy without having had peanut butter?”

The answer is, I’m plenty happy because it’s not important to me. It’s not something I require. I had my taste and quickly realized that I wasn’t missing out at all.

When someone asks “Can you be happy without believing in God?” what they’re really saying is “I don’t think I could be happy without believing in God.”

They’re projecting their feelings about religion onto others. They’re assuming their experiences are the only experiences.

We all do it to some extent, but it’s important to recognize that just because someone requires god to be happy, that doesn’t mean that others do. I’m actually happier not believing in a god? What if I asked the militant religious: how you could be happy while believing in God?

People might think that’s funny. That it seems obvious how believing in God makes them happier.

It’s the same for me. Of course I’m happy without believing in a god—and why couldn’t you be?

God is a PB&J and I don’t need either of them to be happy. Well, actually PB&J is real. I just don’t like it.

But that’s just me.