Anyway, this bookmark survived a few "Christian stuff" purges, but found its way to the rubbish bin a few days ago. It's funny how stuff like this keeps popping up. I still have some religious books, but the signs and symbols of the old Xtian me just keep falling, falling away.
If you had come from the future, and visited me on 11 January 2001, and said, "So, honey, you'll be a mildly tipsy atheist watching Downton Abbey reruns and blogging in the early morning hours on 4 June 2014" I might've said, "Get thee behind me, Satan" or more likely, "Huh?"
Who knows how significant this will seem in the morning. Maybe I'll feel like a fool. All I know is that two women who barely know me took the time today to tell me all about London and gave me advice about what I should do when I'm there in August, all over dinner at a hilarious but sincere place in our small town called Little Mexico. This makes me very happy and grateful.
The other thing I know is that Matthew (poor, doomed Matthew) has just found out that he must dance with O'Brien at an event, and that his reaction is, "Crikey."
So, future you, approaching me with my future beverage consumption, trip to the UK and atheism, I just repeat Matthew's sentiment...