If you know me, you know that I don’t believe in god. However, after all the “oh god” and “jesus, jesus, jesus” that I’ve been spewing out of my atheist mouth, you would swear that I was a major holy roller.
Last night while on the toilet talking to my friend, I was experiencing a lot of pain and was moaning out my oh gods and jesus, when I remembered Sunday’s offering. I started to tell her how I was offered communion by the hospital's priest. As I don’t believe in god(s), devil(s), Santa, nor the tooth fairy, I realize that my calling of god would have as much meaning as me moaning out a couple of satans or beelzebubs. I pondered aloud to her the why am I saying oh god instead of oh satan? For that matter, why not Oh Christmas Tree?
Meh. I just remembered how god is moaned out during sex as well. I guess the meds are kicking in.
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