Apr 06, 2010 22:22
I can see why christianity is so popular. It's surprisingly comforting to think that when you die you'll be with all your loved ones and all the anger and confusion you had in this life will be answered for and explained to you, and then of course they dissapear and you're surrounded by happiness and love. Some days I want to believe that. But most days I'd rather be rude, lazy, and sinful. A word of advice to those of you who haven't read the book, but intend to read it sometime in the future: Do not read if you are currently single and/or have heightened amounts of estrogen pumping into your body due to your imminent menstration. The main character has this really touching, beautiful love for his wife that is so depressing when you don't see a love like that happening in your near future. Better to just forgo it.
I guess in B's perfect mind-world the 5 people I would meet in heaven if I died at my ripe old age of 21, almost 22:
Jesus - Reassuring me that every bible-thumper who ever annoyed the crap out of me is now burning in hell.
My Irish Relatives - I've never met them but we can just get shitfaced and have an intense rager party.
Isadora Duncan - So I can take a dance class from her.
William Shakespeare - So I can find out how much of his work was actually original. For real.
and Rob - And he would apologize for hurting me and of course admit that he's always loved me. And obviously I would simply say, "I've talked to William Shakespeare and Jesus, and they both think you're an asshole"
But something tells me these kinds of thoughts don't exactly guarantee you a place there.