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I know what god knows, and he doesn’t like that.
I grieve the child I was who cried endlessly about “the coming rapture.” I had nightmares about it; It haunted my mind. Every single strange sound I heard… I thought it was finally time. That poor, scared child. They didn’t deserve that stress.
Everyone should act like Jesus.
No one should act like god.
Why is it the responsibility of Christians to “save” other humans when god is the one who made them and made all the rules? Why does the responsibility of saving others fall on Christian shoulders? Alas, god escapes accountability again…
It’s so sad when an author you really like all of a sudden has a religious epiphany and starts spewing ultra-conservative bullshit all over his books while still making them (narrative-wise) interesting.
Looking at you, John C. Wright.
Quick update on life:
It doesn't matter if she's been your best friend since grade 8, never trust a bitch. Gotta get a new picture ahahah, long story short I fucked her and now I'm back living with my parents. It's okay though. After the initial feelings of failure, it occurred to me that I have 5 months of adulthood under my belt that nobody else around me has. I don't like living with my folks, but all my friends ain't even had a chance to leave yet. This is a good opportunity for me to slow down, shed a little responsibility and collect some assets for the future. But I've had a taste and I want it the fuck back, so I'm determined as fuck to get the fuck up out of here again as soon as fuckin possible.
And in this whole situation, I found God. I found God in her vagina, specifically. BJ was a very spiritual person and that rubbed off on me. I still reject the idea of organized religion, but my newly developed beliefs can be summed up basically as this: When I say I found God, I don't mean there is a mystical man in the sky micromanaging all our lives like he really gives a fuck who wins the Super Bowl, and I certainly don't believe He is personally responsible for the chemical reactions that cause natural disasters. I believe that He gives you a hand when you're born and you have the free will to play it as you choose. If you are patient with your cards and truly righteous in your heart, you will be rewarded. Maybe there is another life beyond this, but I believe Heaven is attainable here on Earth. And when you do bad things, and you carry yourself in an evil way, then you'll find Hell is right here too. Basically, I just strongly believe in karma. My God is a reasonable man. And I'm the patron saint of the psychotic and heartless, getting by with my wicked ways. I'll be just fine.
