You are so wrong, so often, that if you were to tell me the sky is blue, I'd have to open a window to check again.
The even more pathetic part is that you're not only telling yourself lies, but this particular lie that you're telling yourself is not even a good reason to believe atheists are wrong -- even if one were to stipulate it. Of course, the truth is of no consequence to you in the first place, so we shouldn't be surprised
I dunno, I could buy that, but then again, I couldn't give two shits as to the accuracy/authenticity of said claim.
I, as an atheist, do believe I may have diagnosable mental disorders, though not to a degree of disability. Likely a combination of ADD/Anxiety/Depression, which is not all that rare.
Our minds are potent, but we have trouble wrangling the run-away mind into submission, getting it to do something it doesn't agree is best for it at that moment.
But I wouldn't change a damn thing. Nor will I medicate myself, even if I might be able to get diagnosed. For one, the military disqualifies individuals with those disorders, and two, they aren't insane "omg I might kill myself today" levels. I thoroughly believe no human is worthy of continuing life unless they can fight their own inner-demons and actually live a successful life, dependent upon nobody. Am I there yet? Nope. Am I working at my hardest to get there? Probably not. Have I given up on that goal? Hell no. Should I be working harder? Yes.
I know my faults, in fact I know them quite well.
But the way I see things, I wouldn't trade any of that for the perfect little existence, a quaint little life where you exchange baked goods twice a week with your local jesus-freaks. And I sure as hell won't commit to a life in the Bible Belt.
I see my current life as more troubled than most who consider themselves a worshiper, but I also see it as more valuable. I have found that all the religious people I have ran into, be them simply believers or "omg I bust a nut for jesus every Wednesday, Friday Night, and Sunday, and I lead bible study too!" (I roomed with one of those. Eye-opening experience, to put it lightly.), have all been fairly oblivious to the little things about life. I cannot quantify or perfectly define what I consider oblivious, but it just seems everyone who meets the description of a believer, doesn't see or feel half the things I have. And I full of myself? Yes and no. ^_^
