So my lovely sister posted this comment on my initial blog about Apatheism:
What about after this life? Do you care what happens then? I know your ‘” don’t care” attitude is more leave me alone about it. I think you do care more than you are letting on.
I did not respond directly to her because I intended to post another full blog post on it. However, I got busy and put it off way too long. So, no, Suzanne, I had no intentions of blowing you off. 
I have to say she makes a very valid point. If I did not care, why would I blog about the notion of Christianity/religion as much as I do? So if it is not a matter of caring, then what is it? My sister suggests it is a preference to be left alone on the topic. That is probably right. The next logical question then proceeds to why do I want to be left alone about it? As I ponder the answer to that question, it seems to come down to serious personal affairs. In my entire life, I have lamost never directly confronted a serious conversation about personal matters. When it comes to less personal topics (such as politics or education), I am ready to debate for hours if it is an issue on which I have an opinion. The distinction seems to be on the focus of the topic. Only with an internal focus do I tend to avoid the issue. I believe my ex-girlfriends could attest to this.
I would also say this is where a large portion of my sense of humor comes from. I joke about everything these days, but I most certainly use it as a defense mechanism in tough situations. I am the guy who will joke about absolutely anything. I suspect if you are going to use humor as a shield, this must be true; otherwise, it would make for a lousy defense. One might even go so far as to say defining a new religion, such as “Apatheism” itself, is a joke in an effort to avoid the issue.
So the other week, I was talking to a few people about religion. Being the group of humorous people that we are, we had got on the topic by making jokes about each other’s respective denominations. I tend to bash on Catholics just because it’s so easy. It just happens to turn out that the majority of the people I hang out with have a Catholic upbringing. Meanwhile, they enjoy bashing on Baptists (aka my upbringing). In other words, we have a mutual affection for each other.
The result of this conversation was that Dana, a roommate’s girlfriend, and I decided while we were raised Baptist and Catholic, respectively, we now consider ourselves to be “apathists.” This name being based on the word apathy, of course. We’ve dealt with the debates between Christianity and other religions, along with the debates between denominations. Ultimately, we’ve both come to the conclusion that we just don’t care.
At least from my perspective, does it even matter if there is a God? I am going to go out into the world every day trying to be the best person I can be no matter what. It isn’t about whether there is a Heaven or Hell. It isn’t because I owe it to the community of humanity. It has nothing to do with anyone or anything other than myself. I want to be the best person I possibly can be. Do I need to believe in a God to do this? No. Am I an atheist for saying such? No. I am simply a person who does not care. These days, when someone asks me directly if I believe in God, I almost never give a direct answer. The reason is that it is not important to me. Thus, I have converted to apatheism.