Because what if the lasagna monster is the real one and really hates people worshipping the spaghetti monster and subjects anyone who worships it to eternal damnation?
“Cause! I’m not going to potentially spend my entire life following the specific rituals and sacrifices required of a religion. What if it doesn’t exist? Then I’ve wasted. My… Oh… Shit.”
Time…that I have to dedicate to stroking to imaginary sky god’s ego. Apologizing for my “transgressions” because apparently just admitting to and apologizing for them makes you no longer in trouble for them anymore…because that makes a lot of sense. It’s just real estate in my brain that could be better spent on other things.
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