So I was just in the right place at the right time.
I was in the grocery store this morning just about to pay for my stuff when they told me that some man had paid for them with a $100 bill and said for me to keep the change. He said he had been blessed and he wanted to bless somebody else. Now my first thought was not to accept this. When I was child my godmother told me to never let a man pay for my stuff in a store because then he will go around telling people I’m his girlfriend. But this seemed crazy because all the employers in this store know me by name and they saw the man who told them not to tell me who he was. Cool, I’ve got witnesses. So then the cashier handed me the change—77 fucking dollars.
My neighbor had told me a while ago that somebody blessed her by paying for her stuff in a store. So I guess this is just something people do in this town. I hope nobody noticed that I didn’t go around, “Oh, praise the Lord, hallelujah, glory to god, thank you, Jesus. I’m blessed.” Perhaps that was expected, but I think my usual reserve allayed any suspicions.
Actually, even though this was good fortune for me, I can't give credit to god for zeroing in on me when I was about to pay for my stuff while there are people who really need help who aren't getting it. This is especially odd since a god would surely know that I'm not going to give glory to him, but the people who need his help do believe and pray and trust him and make a million excuses for why he isn't helping them.
I was in the grocery store this morning just about to pay for my stuff when they told me that some man had paid for them with a $100 bill and said for me to keep the change. He said he had been blessed and he wanted to bless somebody else. Now my first thought was not to accept this. When I was child my godmother told me to never let a man pay for my stuff in a store because then he will go around telling people I’m his girlfriend. But this seemed crazy because all the employers in this store know me by name and they saw the man who told them not to tell me who he was. Cool, I’ve got witnesses. So then the cashier handed me the change—77 fucking dollars.
My neighbor had told me a while ago that somebody blessed her by paying for her stuff in a store. So I guess this is just something people do in this town. I hope nobody noticed that I didn’t go around, “Oh, praise the Lord, hallelujah, glory to god, thank you, Jesus. I’m blessed.” Perhaps that was expected, but I think my usual reserve allayed any suspicions.
Actually, even though this was good fortune for me, I can't give credit to god for zeroing in on me when I was about to pay for my stuff while there are people who really need help who aren't getting it. This is especially odd since a god would surely know that I'm not going to give glory to him, but the people who need his help do believe and pray and trust him and make a million excuses for why he isn't helping them.
The god who allows children to be raped out of respect for the free will choice of the rapist, but punishes gay men for engaging in mutually consensual sex couldn't possibly be responsible for an intelligently designed universe.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.
