I never really believed in God before He decided to prove me wrong. And maybe for a little bit after that, I mean -- one guy -- who's to say he's not a wacko or a pervert? But then he was everywhere -- which figures what with the omniscience -- and the "suggestions" he gave made sense... Like afterwards.
And I guess all those different people he appeared as made sense too -- cause he was always talking about how appearances don't matter. Except they do, and that's why I see Him as the guy in the corduroy jacket more than a lunch lady.
The thing is when I, you know, talked to Him I never thought of it as... Religious. Annoying -- yes -- but he's actually an okay guy -- or omniscient being -- and it was nice to know that there's something after this. That we're not alone... Even when we're completely alone.
I was sucked into this whole religion thing without even noticing, and the thing I have over all those freaks who are like Amish about everything is that I know God won't smite us down for making mistakes or having sex. He just wants us to live up to our potential, and learning how to do that means making mistakes. He gets that, he made us.
Secretly I liked having someone who understood me -- completely -- who gave me direction and purpose. To have that taken away... I think maybe I want to stay sick, because I don't want to be alone again.
I thought that Adam would understand, that he would believe me, but it's like he's scared I'm not delirious. I don't want him to think I'm crazy. And I totally get how Joan of Arc felt, like, after a while of having God's appearances in your life those appearances make him the only person in your life who will ever get the real you. Because to everyone else your faith is just a complex.
It sucks. In the world thousands of people talk to God and beg him for a response, but if you actually get one He's suddenly a disease. And you're suddenly alone.
And I guess all those different people he appeared as made sense too -- cause he was always talking about how appearances don't matter. Except they do, and that's why I see Him as the guy in the corduroy jacket more than a lunch lady.
The thing is when I, you know, talked to Him I never thought of it as... Religious. Annoying -- yes -- but he's actually an okay guy -- or omniscient being -- and it was nice to know that there's something after this. That we're not alone... Even when we're completely alone.
I was sucked into this whole religion thing without even noticing, and the thing I have over all those freaks who are like Amish about everything is that I know God won't smite us down for making mistakes or having sex. He just wants us to live up to our potential, and learning how to do that means making mistakes. He gets that, he made us.
Secretly I liked having someone who understood me -- completely -- who gave me direction and purpose. To have that taken away... I think maybe I want to stay sick, because I don't want to be alone again.
I thought that Adam would understand, that he would believe me, but it's like he's scared I'm not delirious. I don't want him to think I'm crazy. And I totally get how Joan of Arc felt, like, after a while of having God's appearances in your life those appearances make him the only person in your life who will ever get the real you. Because to everyone else your faith is just a complex.
It sucks. In the world thousands of people talk to God and beg him for a response, but if you actually get one He's suddenly a disease. And you're suddenly alone.
