Man, oh man. I remember that phase. I felt heartbroken. I felt abandoned. I felt like I was standing alone on a cold planet and nobody could hear me. And the fear of being wrong and going to hell was not helping.
Then I turned to logic. Which god’s punishment was I fearing? I had understood that it was obnoxious to believe the Christian god was the one and true god, just because I was raised in a Christian church, so... then what? What if Zeus was the true god and his punishment was worse? What if the true god was the godess Nike and her punishment for us was to send us to war against aliens? I mean... it could be anything by any god and how are we supposed to know? Lol and then it was just funny and I lost the fear and replaced it with freedom. Feels good, man.
Then I turned to logic. Which god’s punishment was I fearing? I had understood that it was obnoxious to believe the Christian god was the one and true god, just because I was raised in a Christian church, so... then what? What if Zeus was the true god and his punishment was worse? What if the true god was the godess Nike and her punishment for us was to send us to war against aliens? I mean... it could be anything by any god and how are we supposed to know? Lol and then it was just funny and I lost the fear and replaced it with freedom. Feels good, man.
"Hipster is what happens when young hot people do what old ladies do." -Exian
