Today, I told the story of how I would be thirsty on the bus, coming home from school. It was hot. And I would walk into the house. And I wouldn’t get a drink. And I would wait. And then I would fill up the glass with water. I would wait for the ice to cool the water. I’d listen to the ice crack and pop. And THEN I would drink it.
And it tasted better.
I think the idea of me waiting for anything might seem weird, considering some of my decisions in the more recent past, but it kind of explains why I do some of the things I do, or don’t do, now.
I tend to be a great salesperson and my best customer is me, so sometimes, it’s good that I don’t listen to my own pitches.
And sometimes it’s best I do.
But by listening, or not, or indulging, or not, then how do I figure it out?
It might seem weird that I rarely made a religion out of someone else, even God, telling me what to do or not do.
Sometimes when I made a religion out of a person, it turned out to be bad in the end.
But, I do listen to God.
Wait. Who is God?
The BOOK!! I’ve written short stories.
What makes my stories better than God’s?
Well, some are in the Bible. GOD WROTE THE BIBLE. Wait, which translation? Why doesn’t a Bible just appear on my desk right now? I don’t live on sand. Where was all this?
Oh, believe what you want about me. I don’t believe what you want about you.
Do I?
Is that air that you’re breathing now?
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