I feel like a storyteller today
I find that I have no God forsaken reason why I am at work right now. I don't want to be here, but I am contracted to serve a 6 hour term behind this computer servicing the needs of children. Yes, they are children. Being three years older than most of them gives me the right to point out their immature youth. It's friday and, of course, it's time to drink. Sometimes I want to be irresponsible and just drink until I'm close to death. But I don't. I had a beer today, a red ale with dinner. My parents were buying so I thought I'd indulge. Does that make me a horrible person? Is it bad to have one beer with dinner? Oh no, I live in an Alcohol Tobacco Free Residence Hall. I better not get caught. I'm not drunk. My senses are not impaired.
I wish that someone was online who I can have a meaningless conversation with. Not meaningless in the fact that it is unworthy of being had. No, meaningless in the sense that the only thing it accomplishes is a good time. I know I've over used this phrase, but that doesn't mean I can't continue to drive it into the ground. Talk about nothing yet everything at the same time. Can I tell you a story? I feel like being a storyteller today. Will you listen real hard? I mean REAL HARD. You will? Good. Here we go.
Breath in...slowly. Don't let it out just yet. Hold it in until I tell you. How does it feel? Are you having trouble? Do you feel the overpowering urge to let it out? Don't. Not yet. Did you know that 1.78 people die every second. That's 107 a minute, 6390 an hour, 153 thousand a day, and 56 million a year. In the average lifetime (70 years) 3.9 billion people die. In the time that you have been holding your breath 57 people have died. How would you feel if you were one of them? If 1 out of every 113 people die each year, who says that one isn't you? Are you prepared? Have you made peace with your maker? You are so beautiful. Would it be a waste if you died? Surely it wouldn't. To die so young and beautiful is an honor. Don't you want people to remember you the way you are now instead of as the wrinkled old hag you will become? Beauty immortalized in early death. Don't you want to be beautiful when you meet your maker? Youth is a wonderful thing. Don't you agree? That's 63 more dead. How long do you think you can stay alive without breathing? Not yet. I didn't give you permission. You are probably wondering what all of this has to do with you. Well, it is interesting how God put us all on this Earth only to face death every day of our lives. You understand, he's weeding us out. He's getting rid of the waste and leaving room for his chosen ones. A man who tends to a strawberry garden keeps the sweet and edible ones while throwing away all that are rotten. God wants to dispose of his rotten strawberries. Wouldn't you? They say that Jesus sits at the right hand of God. If Jesus sits there then God's right hand must be the loving and forgiving one. That leaves his left hand for vengeance. My dear girl, you are one of the rottenest strawberries in the bunch. And I, I'm the left hand of God. You can breath out now. Oh dear, I'm too late. I guess that makes you 193.
I wish that someone was online who I can have a meaningless conversation with. Not meaningless in the fact that it is unworthy of being had. No, meaningless in the sense that the only thing it accomplishes is a good time. I know I've over used this phrase, but that doesn't mean I can't continue to drive it into the ground. Talk about nothing yet everything at the same time. Can I tell you a story? I feel like being a storyteller today. Will you listen real hard? I mean REAL HARD. You will? Good. Here we go.
Breath in...slowly. Don't let it out just yet. Hold it in until I tell you. How does it feel? Are you having trouble? Do you feel the overpowering urge to let it out? Don't. Not yet. Did you know that 1.78 people die every second. That's 107 a minute, 6390 an hour, 153 thousand a day, and 56 million a year. In the average lifetime (70 years) 3.9 billion people die. In the time that you have been holding your breath 57 people have died. How would you feel if you were one of them? If 1 out of every 113 people die each year, who says that one isn't you? Are you prepared? Have you made peace with your maker? You are so beautiful. Would it be a waste if you died? Surely it wouldn't. To die so young and beautiful is an honor. Don't you want people to remember you the way you are now instead of as the wrinkled old hag you will become? Beauty immortalized in early death. Don't you want to be beautiful when you meet your maker? Youth is a wonderful thing. Don't you agree? That's 63 more dead. How long do you think you can stay alive without breathing? Not yet. I didn't give you permission. You are probably wondering what all of this has to do with you. Well, it is interesting how God put us all on this Earth only to face death every day of our lives. You understand, he's weeding us out. He's getting rid of the waste and leaving room for his chosen ones. A man who tends to a strawberry garden keeps the sweet and edible ones while throwing away all that are rotten. God wants to dispose of his rotten strawberries. Wouldn't you? They say that Jesus sits at the right hand of God. If Jesus sits there then God's right hand must be the loving and forgiving one. That leaves his left hand for vengeance. My dear girl, you are one of the rottenest strawberries in the bunch. And I, I'm the left hand of God. You can breath out now. Oh dear, I'm too late. I guess that makes you 193.