But there's always a voice in the back of my head reminding me of all the people I know and know of that seem to need to have a religion, regardless of what it may be. Heck, it's even a standard question on forms. The voice asks "Why is it I don't feel that need?" I have no answer.
On the other hand, I also think that if a) there really is a god and b) this god really does 'make' us precisely the way s/he wants us to be, then this god really better be happy with the way I am, huh? (of course, if this god DIDN'T 'make' me, I am not sure why I should even pay him/her any attention whatsoever.)
Total change of subject matter: I can go long periods of time without hurting myself, but in the last week I have: smacked my finger against a hard object, raising a blood blister instantly on my cuticle; sliced myself on a bit of sharp metal and, just today, sliced myself on .... a cardboard box. My poor hands. (This list does not include the incident that has raised a buise on my thigh, since I really don't remember how that happened... or when.)