Quit trying to save me.
I knew it was too good to be true. I went five months without a religious conversation with a stranger. Almost a new record, but nooooooooooo, that same kid at the bus stop who offers me pieces of whatever he's eating for that day, approached me with this topic.
Him: Do you believe in God?
Me: I'm agnostic.
Him: So you're an atheist.
Me: Sure.
Him: Well, when I think about this beautiful tree (he meant to point at the tree to the left of him, but ends up pointing at the human resources center across the street. Yes, the one with the condom wrappers spread out across the front lawn) it makes me wonder about God. When I think about the blood pumping through my veins, it makes me think about God. When I think about the bible's heavy circulation and how many years its been around for, (Yes, he actually did say this) it makes me believe in God.
Me: What happens if this all is just a coincidence?
Him: Let's just say you're right. There is nothing after life, but death. But let's just say I'm right. Then where will you be going?
Me: If you're referring to hell, then I guess I'll be going to JC Penny. I hate that God damned place.
"God damned" accidently flew out of my mouth. I swear. I didn't mean it! I didn't mind the conversation until he gave me the card to his church and with his personal phone number on the back.
Him: Do you believe in God?
Me: I'm agnostic.
Him: So you're an atheist.
Me: Sure.
Him: Well, when I think about this beautiful tree (he meant to point at the tree to the left of him, but ends up pointing at the human resources center across the street. Yes, the one with the condom wrappers spread out across the front lawn) it makes me wonder about God. When I think about the blood pumping through my veins, it makes me think about God. When I think about the bible's heavy circulation and how many years its been around for, (Yes, he actually did say this) it makes me believe in God.
Me: What happens if this all is just a coincidence?
Him: Let's just say you're right. There is nothing after life, but death. But let's just say I'm right. Then where will you be going?
Me: If you're referring to hell, then I guess I'll be going to JC Penny. I hate that God damned place.
"God damned" accidently flew out of my mouth. I swear. I didn't mean it! I didn't mind the conversation until he gave me the card to his church and with his personal phone number on the back.