Odd Reunions
Have you ever just been going about your business on a normal day, and come across someone you once knew. Someone, lets say, from high school for example. That was my case the today.
I was with a friend of mine walking through the mall, and all of a sudden I begin to hear my name being yelled out. Looking around I come across a face I haven't seen in around seven years time. It was honestly not a face I was particularly excited to see. It was from a point in life that I didn't care to recall; a point of life where all the bitches and bastards did dwell. So you can imagine my discontent for the moment. Though I say hello, and they begin to wonder if I truly remember who they are, after five times of saying yes I suppose they then finally believe me. We go into the basic civil conversation: asking how the other is doing, what the other is doing, and if all is going well. In this I make the comment that I was a graphic designer, but the company I did work for went bankrupt due to the fall in economy. That and the fact things just were not going well inside the business itself. It was here where the moments of "what the hell" began...
It were as if my story of unemployment unlocked the gates of madness, and at the headline of it all was the question: "Do you think the tomatoes caused it?" As you may know, tomatoes have been withdrawn from many markets because of a fear of salmonella poisoning. In reality this had nothing to do with my situation, but it allowed him to ask: "What's next corn?" He was attempting to build up an idea of a chaotic future for the world. All the while, I try to stay polite, but wonder "what the hell is he going for?" With this he then began to bring in Christian ideals and philosophy. He began to talk of how three years ago narcotics ruled his life, and the sins there in. Though God set him free. Now that factor is a good thing yes. Though it's an odd topic to bring up to someone you haven't spoken to in seven years and then follow it with ideas of Armageddon...
Yes, with the fall of economy, the chaos to the east, the contamination of food, he began to preach the coming of Armageddon. It was one of those moments where you are torn between wanting to laugh your ass off or ask them what exactly had they been smoking. The people around us in the mall had begun to take notice and also began to take on the looks of question that we had taken on. I was trying to think of something to say that would grant my friend and I pardon and escape, but the whole ordeal had me in such a "wtf" shock I was left speechless.
He goes even further preaching the wonders of Heaven and the joys of those who accept Christ, and how the time is near. Though he constantly is mentioning hope to the matter, he's greatly depressing upon how Armageddon is near. At this moment my brain is beginning to wonder more to why the hell is having this conversation with me, and in turn it causes me to think of my high school days. With most of the people, the "in crowed" and the crowed he was in, I didn't have much socialization with. I found them to be arrogant and self righteous. The people who were, more than likely, acting on stupidity and working with narcotics. It made me think he was a man of faith, but was in turn thinking he met me that day to "enlighten" me to the one true path in life. If that were the case it maybe would have helped if he asked what my faith was towards the beginning of this conversation.
In all honestly it was beginning to annoy the hell out of me. Especially if that thought of mine turned out to be true. Though I strongly tried to stay calm and think of a way to just politely leave. The way he acted I could see him just following us and continuing to talk. Though he did ask what we thought at one point, and I in turn said: "Well Phil, its a a bit of a shocking conversation to have with someone you haven't really spoken to in seven years time." With this he smiled and then explained he was there for his church passing out pamphlets. We took what he gave, had our polite good byes and went on our way.
I read those pamphlets, and they reminded me of George W. Bush and his lies about the information we had on Iraq. Seemingly Armageddon is coming, problems with the economy is a sign, our small food scare at the moment is a sign to the end times... Yes there is an end of times that will eventually come, but to dictate you know when that will be is arrogance. To use it as a scare tactic to frighten people to God is not truly causing people to believe. So, thank you Philip Powell. Thank you for adding to the madness.
I was with a friend of mine walking through the mall, and all of a sudden I begin to hear my name being yelled out. Looking around I come across a face I haven't seen in around seven years time. It was honestly not a face I was particularly excited to see. It was from a point in life that I didn't care to recall; a point of life where all the bitches and bastards did dwell. So you can imagine my discontent for the moment. Though I say hello, and they begin to wonder if I truly remember who they are, after five times of saying yes I suppose they then finally believe me. We go into the basic civil conversation: asking how the other is doing, what the other is doing, and if all is going well. In this I make the comment that I was a graphic designer, but the company I did work for went bankrupt due to the fall in economy. That and the fact things just were not going well inside the business itself. It was here where the moments of "what the hell" began...
It were as if my story of unemployment unlocked the gates of madness, and at the headline of it all was the question: "Do you think the tomatoes caused it?" As you may know, tomatoes have been withdrawn from many markets because of a fear of salmonella poisoning. In reality this had nothing to do with my situation, but it allowed him to ask: "What's next corn?" He was attempting to build up an idea of a chaotic future for the world. All the while, I try to stay polite, but wonder "what the hell is he going for?" With this he then began to bring in Christian ideals and philosophy. He began to talk of how three years ago narcotics ruled his life, and the sins there in. Though God set him free. Now that factor is a good thing yes. Though it's an odd topic to bring up to someone you haven't spoken to in seven years and then follow it with ideas of Armageddon...
Yes, with the fall of economy, the chaos to the east, the contamination of food, he began to preach the coming of Armageddon. It was one of those moments where you are torn between wanting to laugh your ass off or ask them what exactly had they been smoking. The people around us in the mall had begun to take notice and also began to take on the looks of question that we had taken on. I was trying to think of something to say that would grant my friend and I pardon and escape, but the whole ordeal had me in such a "wtf" shock I was left speechless.
He goes even further preaching the wonders of Heaven and the joys of those who accept Christ, and how the time is near. Though he constantly is mentioning hope to the matter, he's greatly depressing upon how Armageddon is near. At this moment my brain is beginning to wonder more to why the hell is having this conversation with me, and in turn it causes me to think of my high school days. With most of the people, the "in crowed" and the crowed he was in, I didn't have much socialization with. I found them to be arrogant and self righteous. The people who were, more than likely, acting on stupidity and working with narcotics. It made me think he was a man of faith, but was in turn thinking he met me that day to "enlighten" me to the one true path in life. If that were the case it maybe would have helped if he asked what my faith was towards the beginning of this conversation.
In all honestly it was beginning to annoy the hell out of me. Especially if that thought of mine turned out to be true. Though I strongly tried to stay calm and think of a way to just politely leave. The way he acted I could see him just following us and continuing to talk. Though he did ask what we thought at one point, and I in turn said: "Well Phil, its a a bit of a shocking conversation to have with someone you haven't really spoken to in seven years time." With this he smiled and then explained he was there for his church passing out pamphlets. We took what he gave, had our polite good byes and went on our way.
I read those pamphlets, and they reminded me of George W. Bush and his lies about the information we had on Iraq. Seemingly Armageddon is coming, problems with the economy is a sign, our small food scare at the moment is a sign to the end times... Yes there is an end of times that will eventually come, but to dictate you know when that will be is arrogance. To use it as a scare tactic to frighten people to God is not truly causing people to believe. So, thank you Philip Powell. Thank you for adding to the madness.