1. Were you raised in a particular religious faith?
I was raised a Catholic, ostensibly. Religion was never a major thing in my home, it just was, if you know what I mean.
2. Do you still practice that faith? Why or why not?
I don’t. Some people might label me as a lapsed Catholic, but that still implies a tie of sorts to that faith, which honestly I have no connection with now. I don’t need religion. I may need spirituality at times, but I’ll never need organised religion. I don’t refute the existence of a higher power or supreme being or whatever, but I can’t honestly have faith in something I’m not sure is there, can I? That would be lying to myself, and where’s the benefit in that? I could go on for ages about this, and related topics (for instance, I think that being a good person does not at all necessitate being religious, or even spiritual), but I am quite hung over right now.
3. What do you think happens after death?
I don’t know. None of us really knows, we just presume. I don’t think about it too much, because it scares me. I’ve got a whole life to live yet.
4. What is your favorite religious ritual (participating in or just observing)?
I don’t have one. At least none that I can think of right now. I am hung over after all.
5. Do you believe people are basically good?
I think that most people have good in them, but this doesn’t mean that they’re basically good. One afternoon in Dublin will convince you that most people are basically self-centred and totally selfish. Only looking out for number one. There’s no sense of community here, or respect for other people. I dunno what it’s like in other countries. Of the few foreign towns and cities I’ve visited, I’ve experienced a totally different atmosphere to that of here. Especially in Toronto. People there are just nicer. Maybe I only met the nice ones, I dunno, but I felt really welcome and at home there.