If I had anything better to do with other than spending it with you, I would’ve considered you a waste of it. Instead, I consider you a hastily put together substitution for someone real. I have lost my tolerance for your quiet controlling ways, I have no desire to be trained into obedience through your hurtful words and cold, arrogant demeanor.
Forgive me for wanting someone who appreciates my affections, who can bare to go out in public with me, who appreciates the nice things I do for them. Someone who not only lets me speak, but listens to what I say. Someone who can compromise instead of you. One little thing doesn’t go your way and you shut everyone out. You have the balls to imply that I am immature. I have asked you “what do you want from me?” You have told me what you DON’T want from me. You DON’T want my affection, because you say it “cheapens” a relationship. I am sorry buddy but affection an important part of a relationship, in my opinion. Otherwise, why bother. Its my reward for running your errands and patiently putting up with your ridiculousness.
I want someone who doesn’t think that our president is a trained assassin with an alter ego, Prince William is the spawn of Satan, and the devil lives on the planet Pluto. Not to mention, aliens taking over the planet earth in 2012 aided by our own police forces, controlling the minds of all citizens still alive. A strong minded man who doesn’t fall into anything and everything they read on the internet, that would be nice. An endless sea of conspiracy theories you are but yet you are a regular patron of Mcdonalds & Walmart.
I get it. You have built a machine acting against anything good to punish yourself for your life’s mistakes. You need to feel punished so you can go to heaven. I don’t have that need. I am respectful and curious to all religions. I am envious for what organized religion does for some people. Community and love. That is a beautiful thing. I have love running through me for nature and for life. I have the drive and capability to help others less fortunate. I have absolute respect for every tree, every squirrel, every blade of grass. I “stop and smell the roses”. I have often times stopped in my tracks to look up at the sky and appreciate its beauty.
What have you done for your God lately? Listening to Christian music and shunning all people who care about you, locked up in your apartment, thinking about the man you used to be, stuck forever in the past, no drive to even have a decent conversation with someone. Always a clown because you feel so bad about yourself, it’s the only way you can interact with people is through humor, dry at best. I have NEVER had a conversation with you. Its always about you. And I have given up.
I am not fond of the way you are trying to make me feel. Subservient. You are an asshole. Your mission is moot. Your religion is the same as mine in some ways, we call it different things. You’re already in hell, you have nothing to worry about for the future. You’re in hell for not appreciating and respecting the beautiful things around you.
You bow to a man who has been dead for centuries, I bow to a planet alive with love & beauty. You shun people when they do you wrong, I embrace them and forgive. You complain about the body you were given and how it fails you. Eat the fruits of the earth, not the slop of a factory. You, my friend, are not a man of “God” at all. You are only a man of yourself. Too self absorbed to even see. Too insecure to let go of what you think you believe in. Your “God” is your security blanket, and I suppose that’s what he was intended for. Life is here. Breathe it.
