on god.
god gets me.
and to make sure you do too, lets get one thing straight: When I say “god,” I don’t mean your Catholic, Christian, Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist, even Jewish god. I don’t know exactly how to define god, and I don’t think any of the organized religions did a very good job either. In my opinion god cant be defined. Maybe god is some massive amount of disembodied energy that’s been around since the dawn of time. thats all we really are when it comes down to it. the brain’s electrical and all that. and when people die, there’s a small, but definite unidentifiable weight loss...I’m getting way off topic here.
So I’ve come to the conclusion that god likes me. I had always said shit like “god hates me” because, well, a lot of bad shit happens to me. But I was thinking about it today. Now granted, that I was in the Jeep at 9am, (having not yet gone to bed) on our way to ChickFilia for a very delicious breakfast platter! Super lucky, because normally we miss the alloted breakfast-ordering time. There was god, showing some love because I had to stay up an exorbitant amount of hours. Staying up wasn’t bad, because it led to something good.
All the times I get cut off, and I yell back, flipping them the bird, those people could have killed me if they wanted to. And the guy I drove off the road (now I still say he had it coming) he could have not been off the road and we would have been dead. See, it could have been worse. I’m yet to get into an accident ::knockonwood:: And even though someone hit my car, at least I wasn’t in it. I’ve dealt with some lowlifes, but I learned from the experiences.
God lets me get away with things too. Hell, I’ve been through some shit. I’ve seen my life flash before my eyes! And I thought my parents were going to disown me when they found out I smoke, but they were so calm and cool about everything, and now I think they even forgot. My parents love me more than I ever thought they did. We have a good relationship now. God knows I need that.
God understands that I can’t do things the way ordinary people do, and so, lets me slide on some of the stupid stuff. God knows I’m broke, and confused, and intelligent. And that I’m a good person, and I’m going to do good things with my life. But not now. Not in Orlando.
So many good things happen every day, and I don’t even pay attention. God doesn’t hate me. God understands and is teaching-Teaching me different ways to deal with ordinary-people problems, and Right from Wrong and how thin those lines really are. And I think god does this for everyone, you just have to be mature/intelligent enough to understand what he/she/it’s trying to do.
and to make sure you do too, lets get one thing straight: When I say “god,” I don’t mean your Catholic, Christian, Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist, even Jewish god. I don’t know exactly how to define god, and I don’t think any of the organized religions did a very good job either. In my opinion god cant be defined. Maybe god is some massive amount of disembodied energy that’s been around since the dawn of time. thats all we really are when it comes down to it. the brain’s electrical and all that. and when people die, there’s a small, but definite unidentifiable weight loss...I’m getting way off topic here.
So I’ve come to the conclusion that god likes me. I had always said shit like “god hates me” because, well, a lot of bad shit happens to me. But I was thinking about it today. Now granted, that I was in the Jeep at 9am, (having not yet gone to bed) on our way to ChickFilia for a very delicious breakfast platter! Super lucky, because normally we miss the alloted breakfast-ordering time. There was god, showing some love because I had to stay up an exorbitant amount of hours. Staying up wasn’t bad, because it led to something good.
All the times I get cut off, and I yell back, flipping them the bird, those people could have killed me if they wanted to. And the guy I drove off the road (now I still say he had it coming) he could have not been off the road and we would have been dead. See, it could have been worse. I’m yet to get into an accident ::knockonwood:: And even though someone hit my car, at least I wasn’t in it. I’ve dealt with some lowlifes, but I learned from the experiences.
God lets me get away with things too. Hell, I’ve been through some shit. I’ve seen my life flash before my eyes! And I thought my parents were going to disown me when they found out I smoke, but they were so calm and cool about everything, and now I think they even forgot. My parents love me more than I ever thought they did. We have a good relationship now. God knows I need that.
God understands that I can’t do things the way ordinary people do, and so, lets me slide on some of the stupid stuff. God knows I’m broke, and confused, and intelligent. And that I’m a good person, and I’m going to do good things with my life. But not now. Not in Orlando.
So many good things happen every day, and I don’t even pay attention. God doesn’t hate me. God understands and is teaching-Teaching me different ways to deal with ordinary-people problems, and Right from Wrong and how thin those lines really are. And I think god does this for everyone, you just have to be mature/intelligent enough to understand what he/she/it’s trying to do.