A capricious type of a friend of mine once ascended enough from our usual state of hilarious, hilarious and humoristic drinking pattern and elaborated about faith.
Oh boy was I dumbstruck. I had no idea the dudette had this taunting relationship with god (lutherian). Of course I went like "you fucking bozo, yadi ya etc", but I realized we had been smoking pot and drinking the hela dagen which pretty much made his convictions redundant in my opinion.
Anyhoo, I told him I can't really prove his premise to be false since common sense is obviously out of the question, so I flipped off vertically and yelled "strike me down thy great fucker" and followed that scene with "you see? He’s fucking incompetent!". Then I threw a jägermeister shot at this chicko who had been too loud for too long and as we were being dragged out I went "satan made me do it, at least HE knows his shit".
Basically, the man now wears black eyeliner and vandalizes tombstones.
I do think, though, that when subconscious blockades are released and let loose, then life’s attested mechanisms reveal themselves.
When I was 10-11 or so, I remember being petrified of the thought that I might ever become 'one with the faith'. Also, I was afraid I might become a punk-rocker. Well.. I now embrace being the fuck I am, hence I don't need black eyeliner nor faith.
Realizations over impedimenta - or just embracing it.