Overthinking...
So I was just sitting here, while waiting for my laundry, and I started to think about what it would be like to die. Not in any suicidal Emo "omg my lief is teh sux n soo e side is kewl" kind of way or anything...Its just something I do every once and again. I sit back and think about death, and what the afterlife is like. Or if there is an afterlife at all.
"And then fire shot down from the sky in bolts like shiny blades of a knife. And it ripped right through the flesh of the children of the Sun and the Moon and the Earth..."
That was random...anyway, so! Yes, I was thinking about being dead, and what my afterlife would have in store for me. Will I be condemned for the little bad I've done? Or perhaps I'll be saved for my deeds of good...I'm unsure, but to be honest, it scares the fuck out of me. Why? Simple...I'm a smart ass...So should I end up at the Pearly Gates, and I am to be judged, I'm betting my smart mouth will get me a one way ticket to Burnsville. Then again, what if I am damned as it is? Could I really endure an eternity of fire and brimstone? I think not. But then, what kind of God would allow us all to fry?
To be frank, I have no idea what is going to happen to me when I die, but I do think about it often, I play with the idea, and let it engulf me, I try to imagine being dead...Honestly...I think I'd try and be an Angel...of death. Like, I die and apply for the position of the Angel that walks among men killing off all the assholes that truly just need to die. I wonder what kind of references I'd need...
Anyway, My mind is all over right now, but I did truly scare the fuck out of myself thinking about being damned for all eternity. This life has been pretty good I suppose, but it's seen its share of pain, so why condemn me even further? Also, if I am saved, and the rapture keeps me in good favor with our high and mighty lemon...Would I learn all the secrets? Would I get all the answers I wanted? Would everything be explained? **shrugs** something to mull over until the laundry is done.
Aside from that, things are...things I guess...Went to Borders twice this week...Greatest moment ever was watching Bob P. Skank out the door because he liked my outfit which was apparently very ska. Will ran away from me because he is a pussy. And um...yeah. I really have nothing else to say I guess...this was not a good day for writing...
Fuck it.
Until then...
"And then fire shot down from the sky in bolts like shiny blades of a knife. And it ripped right through the flesh of the children of the Sun and the Moon and the Earth..."
That was random...anyway, so! Yes, I was thinking about being dead, and what my afterlife would have in store for me. Will I be condemned for the little bad I've done? Or perhaps I'll be saved for my deeds of good...I'm unsure, but to be honest, it scares the fuck out of me. Why? Simple...I'm a smart ass...So should I end up at the Pearly Gates, and I am to be judged, I'm betting my smart mouth will get me a one way ticket to Burnsville. Then again, what if I am damned as it is? Could I really endure an eternity of fire and brimstone? I think not. But then, what kind of God would allow us all to fry?
To be frank, I have no idea what is going to happen to me when I die, but I do think about it often, I play with the idea, and let it engulf me, I try to imagine being dead...Honestly...I think I'd try and be an Angel...of death. Like, I die and apply for the position of the Angel that walks among men killing off all the assholes that truly just need to die. I wonder what kind of references I'd need...
Anyway, My mind is all over right now, but I did truly scare the fuck out of myself thinking about being damned for all eternity. This life has been pretty good I suppose, but it's seen its share of pain, so why condemn me even further? Also, if I am saved, and the rapture keeps me in good favor with our high and mighty lemon...Would I learn all the secrets? Would I get all the answers I wanted? Would everything be explained? **shrugs** something to mull over until the laundry is done.
Aside from that, things are...things I guess...Went to Borders twice this week...Greatest moment ever was watching Bob P. Skank out the door because he liked my outfit which was apparently very ska. Will ran away from me because he is a pussy. And um...yeah. I really have nothing else to say I guess...this was not a good day for writing...
Fuck it.
Until then...