I've been to mass exactly one time. I was 17 and after finding zero sense in what was being said and a walk of shame back from the altar after being rejected by the priest over something about not being the right religion to get crackers or something I don't know, I decided I wouldn't be returning.
Look, I appreciate that others are committed to a God or higher power and accept that many others think it's baloney. I sit somewhere near the baloney side, but stop short of all-out renouncement on the off chance Heaven actually exists. It sounds kind of cushy. It turns out I'm not alone in my "meh-ness" towards religion.