I am not an atheist
I’m not religious, but I’ve always bristled at the term “atheist.” Please don’t call me one.
Self-described atheists, perhaps unbeknown to some of them, are indeed practicing a religion. To not believe is, in itself, a belief.
Instead, religion — in any form — is simply not a part of my life. It never has been. I don’t believe in one or more gods, nor do I expressly not believe in them. I don’t think about it.
Likewise, calling me an “agnostic” isn’t appropriate, because that suggests that I’m actively seeking answers, or am unsure of what magical beings created us and control our destinies. I’m not.
As far as I can tell, there’s no reasonably accurate term for a person for whom religion literally plays no role. It’s noise. It’s no less foreign to me than judo or regional Chilean politics. I don’t care. Science, I suppose, is my religion, but the term “scientist” is already taken.
Just don’t call me an atheist.