Asian Christians are insane extremists, especially the Koreans whenever they stop being Buddhists. Back in the day I was close to a Korean guy, but his family used to annoy me by practicing playing Christian songs on guitar and singing in the living room when I visited him. They also used to listen to tapes of sermons in Korean when we they gave us rides in their car, and were really judgemental and hot tempered. The church they went to was a megachurch with thousands of Koreans and basically no other race, and the guy would give sermons where he would talk about how wearing a nice suit made him feel good. His face was framed and plastered countless times on the walls in the hallways and I kept telling my friend his pastor was the most egocentric pastor I’d ever seen.
One time I went with him and a Chinese friend and after the sermon he was called to do some volunteer work washing dishes in the kitchen. We decided to volunteer too rather than to leave him there, and the people at the church saw that and told us all that we didn’t have to do it. My Chinese friend and I immediately suspected they were racist, and when we were out of earshot we started joking about how they thought their plates were holy, and that they must never be touched by non-Korean hands! My Korean friend found that funny.
Later on we went to another church where my Chinese friend used to go. We stood in back rather than sitting down when we came late, because we didn’t really want to be there and wanted more freedom, and it let us chat a little. They would put their hands up to bless the children who had come to the stage, and we would joke about how they wanted to direct their chi energy toward the kids like in a Hong Kong flick. At one point I copied the guy on the stage, except I tapped my shoulder first and then stuck it outright in a Hitler salute. We shared peals of repressed laughter, and I think the guy on the stage saw me do it, because he frowned.
I quickly hated that church, and at a later visit at the beginning I stepped out and just sat outside for an hour. When my Korean friend asked why, I told him that I got more inspiration staring at that green hill over there in the distance than I would have inside that building where they were acting like a cult.
In hindsight it makes sense why we eventually quit getting along. From the day he brought me to his church I was skeptical and sarcastic of it, saw the most religious people as crazy hypocrites, and looked suspiciously for corruption in how money was spent at churches even though I believed in the religion. Though he had to become less religious at college because his major contradicted Christianity, he never could completely let go of his crazy religion.
We had some arguments, and our relationship deteriorated faster than it would have if neither of us had been religious. I don’t think he was able to accept when I developed into an atheist and then an anti-theist, and it weighed on him even though he didn’t talk about it much. We talked less and less. At one point I told him excitedly that I had found a new argument that almost surely proved there wasn’t a God, and he cut me off before I could say anything, telling me that whatever it was he didn’t want to hear it. I asked him why, but he didn’t give an answer, although he later told me he was starting to find my atheism annoying and thought it was a hole of nihilism. He also told me a bit before we broke-up that even if it was all fake, he still found it beautiful and wanted to believe in it rather than to live an empty life.