Have you talked to your god lately?
Just a moment. Might not even take ten minutes. You can complain how crappy your life has been since your dog died, or how your favorite TV series got canceled, or why you haven’t got any blueberry jam for your toast. You can even complain about the weather. You can also express gratitude for being neighbors with the new girl in town, for finally being able to do the square knot, for not tripping on the slippery floor of the cafeteria. You can ask for guidance, for you to not be caught cheating in an exam. You can ask and ask. You can blame. You most certainly can accuse your god for not doing his/her job right. Or you can praise him/her for helping you graduate from college, completely ignoring your own efforts.
You get off with it, do you? Makes things easier. Like a personal diary, where you talk to nobody and not waste ink. He/she doesn’t answer back, but you think it’s worth it anyway.
Today, I sent my god a message.
I know you’re there when I need you. That’s fine. I don’t want you here.
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