You're absolutely right, but you're overlooking one thing: the lady wants to attract attention to herself, to emphasize her uniqueness. This is perfectly normal.

Well, I had a similar thought, but I didn't dare to express it.

You know what, I can even imagine what you're thinking... I sincerely feel sorry for you.

Despite all my respect (and this is not hypocrisy), Lelya, you can hardly imagine what I'm thinking, at the very least. A person doesn't fully reveal themselves to others, even on a forum where no one knows anyone personally. But it is quite possible to imagine the mindset of the average consumer.

I knew I would be told nasty things.

Take it easy, no nasty things were said here. People are just criticizing your "theory," and you're getting upset about it.

Others will become food for demons... Yes, by the way, non-believers are neither fish nor fowl for them, they are tasteless.

Well, at least the cursed warpspawn won't get any pleasure from eating atheists. :)

And regarding another argument about faith... you know... I had a certain period.
I used to believe in it too.
I would sometimes pray. Well, in a simple way... I was little, I didn't even hold an "Our Father" in my hands. So, it was like that... because if it existed, it wouldn't care whether people use a formula to help them or just ask, right? It's not a spell that needs to be memorized. Otherwise, it leads to paganism...
So.
Sometimes I would think with horror that it was angry with me if I, for example, didn't do something. In moments of need, I would appeal to it, like, "if you help, I will do all my homework and clean my room," and so on, childish.
When my mother lit a candle for the deceased mother and father (my grandparents), I felt that it might somehow help... because my mother said that it was right. But... nothing, except for a slight irritation at the scattered leftovers on the plates (like, let the deceased eat, it's a Christian ritual), I felt.
...when she put crosses on the doorframes on a certain day of the year, supposedly to ward off spirits, I felt silly.
I was baptized as a baby. I almost never wore a cross. I put it on a couple of times a day at school, it was like a status symbol to wear a cross... but then I would forget about it. Sometimes I would take it in my hands and try to discern its "holiness." But I saw just a worn, slightly bent cross-shaped piece of aluminum with the inscription "save and protect" and a primitive engraving.
A couple of times, at my mother's urging, I lit a candle for relatives. And nothing. I just lit a candle. A thin one.
Sometimes I would forget about God or gods, but in need, of course, I would turn to him for help. A minute after the "request," I felt a little better. I felt that an unknown force, the great and terrible God, would tear himself away from his divine affairs and do something for me. Or, with a wave of an incorporeal hand, he would help me in need.
Nothing but self-deception happened. I didn't really expect anything, but I continued to believe.
I even sometimes felt guilty if I swore, because it was a sin. Of course, in moments of absolute despair, I, like everyone else, had thoughts of suicide. But I thought that even thinking about it was a terrible sin. I sometimes thought about heaven and hell, weighing my actions, guessing where I would end up after death.
Sometimes I even had a funny thought - to do a lot of good, and then "accidentally" die, and quickly get to heaven, and live there happily ever after until the second coming. But, of course, these were just funny thoughts, smelling of foolishness.
My "faith" was decreasing...
I have been to temples, churches, monasteries, and other synagogues in different cities, and everywhere I saw the same thing.
People. A crowd of stupid people performing primitive rituals. Kissing some dirty display case with icons. Sweeping the floor with their clothes, bowing to the same icons.
Lighting tiny stubs, even candle remnants in a collective candlestick. With rapture and dropped jaws, listening to the incoherent speech of a fat preacher (a good life for the clergy) who gesticulates and makes nonsensical passes with a book and a staff.
I tried.
I tried to feel the holiness. I tried to feel the faith. I... tried to believe. To join in. I believed in hell and heaven, but I didn't believe in gods.
I observed a souvenir stall (despicable merchants in a holy chapel?) in each such "establishment." In which a stupid crowd spent a lot of money on "original writings" and "ancient icons," for "holy candles" and "a bottle of holy water"...
I even saw a sale of video cassettes. I still remember this. The film "Brother Pavel." On the cover - a priest with an ultrasound machine, explosions behind him.
And the inscription "He will protect the faith."
Is this your God? Is this your hope, support, and salvation?
In my opinion, this is just an effective organization that controls the minds and wallets of citizens. "Donations for the construction of a temple." Why doesn't the state sanction the flow of funds to such an important industry?
Exactly.
And I tried, yes, I really did.
But... nothing. I only felt disappointment.

...a lot of time has passed since then... I have thought a lot about religion... I compared... I assumed... believe me, I came to the denial of gods as a result of long and thorough observations and reflections. And even a whole crowd of theology students will not convince me.
I only "believe" in an Emperor I invented 20 years ago, and I periodically play this role on the Internet, or just for fun with friends. In principle, is there no limit to what one can believe in? Right?
I also believe in justice. I have my own moral principles and ideas about good and evil. I consider it my duty to eradicate evil in every possible way - whether by word or advice, or by action - for example, by helping or providing support.
But...
In reality, I am a radically minded atheist. Maybe even a heretic, because I feel contempt for fat pastors who profit from us, the common people.
And I consider myself completely right.
This is my story.
I told it to show, by personal example, that an atheist is not a stubborn idiot, that he has his own reasons for not believing, which must be respected.