Reasons I believe my friend is secretly some kind of deity
1) First time we spoke was a week after the beggining of freshman year she summed up my entire character and most of the events of my life Sherlock style. I asked her how the hell she knew all that. She just shrugged and said she figured out our entire class already.
2) The one time we had religion class instead of ethics she listened to the teacher for a few minutes, laughed and told me:
âHumans have wished to be gods so much theyâve forgotten they have to ability to create them. Imagination has truly suffered from this âmonotheismâ stuff.â
I was confused and asked her if she was an atheist. She rolled her eyes and said:
âOh I believe in god alright. I just donât think the bastard deserves to be worshipped.â
3) Out of nowhere she gave me this advice:
âThe only truth a liar ever told was that lies werenât going to save you. Donât become the liar who has to pass that wisdom on, because they speak from experience.â
4) To this day, she has one of those old-timey phones with buttons she only uses to ocassionally call someone. When I asked her why she never got a smartphone she got pouty:
âI hate social media. On Facebook they talk a lot but never say anything. If I wanted to listen to people moan about their problems and ask for help they donât expect Iâd listen to their prayers.â (Notice the choice of words)
5) I noticed she was stiff and I offered her a massage since Iâm really good at it but when i started kneading her back I swear to this day those were not muscles I felt. I asked her what she did to turn her muscles into rocks covered with a thin layer of skin and she kinda froze then shrugged and said she was just really, really stiff. My hands hurt after ten minutes when I can usually go for an hour. Next time I offered she seemed surprised and laughed. She still has rocks for muscles.
6) We were having a debate over the way neural pathways are formed (I study biology and she forensics) and I jokingly asked if I could have her brain for study when she dies. She laughed.
âSure, if you find a way to kill me you can have it. Iâm actually curious what youâre gonna find.â
7) One time she was tired and miserable and I tried to comfort her. We both have really dark sense of humor so I told her she could scare the dead out of their graves with that glare. She told me the dead canât come back and I rolled my eyes and said âobviouslyâ but she continued:
âWhen you die you descend to the underworld with nothing to lose. To keep you, they give you something to lose. When you want to return, they will demand it back. Thatâs why nobody ever leaves. The only way out is to never enter.â
8) One day she just came up to me with a disappointed look on her face. When I asked her what was wrong she was quiet for a few seconds and then just told me:
âBetrayals committed in good intentions are still damning. Just⊠keep that in mind.â Then she left and didnât speak to me for three days. I still donât know what she meant but even three years later I havenât forgotten it.
9) We were casually sitting on a bench when, out of nowhere, she asked me: âIs it just me or have humans gotten dumber? Or have they always been this stupid and I just havenât been paying attention?â
10) She asked me if I ever wondered what it was like to die. I said no but told her I would tell her when I found out. I meant it as a ghost joke but she smiled at me and said:
âGreat. Iâll wait for you to come back. Maybe youâll even remember me.â
In conclusion, she is some kind of low-key god and she lost her faith in humanity even before we lost our faith in her but sheâs stuck with us because immortality is a bitch.
P.S. I just remembered her name is a variation on âEveâ. Maybe I should reconsider my atheist status?!
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