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I'd hear people say it all the time, it's a huge cliche and everybody uses it: "thank god" or "oh god" or "god damn-it" I believe these term's were first invented as a small prayer to the almighty after an occurence (good or bad) happened upon a rather religous person. It then was adopted as an omen, if you said it after somthing happened you were blessed, good luck would aid you for small things. Then it evolved into a cliche everybody said, it was just the underlying realization that most people weren't actually religous that eventually brought this phrase to an everyday term. According to the books, you are indeed commiting a religous act by paying your quick respects to god when saying: "thank god... i got through the day," you aknowledge the fact that god helped you through the day. So I hear it all the time... everywhere I go I hear it, I see it in the media -religous or not, people say it. I'm inspired by this... so I try it. I felt bad the first time, because I knew I meant nothing by saying it. But I began to say it after somthing happend, "thank god i didn't crush my testicles on the hand-rail!" "oh god, shut the fuck up!" "god damn she's fine!" and so I went, blurting these phrases carelessly as if I had a trillion to spare. Then when I needed help I'd actually say a little prayer: "please god, help me pass this test" And sometimes I'd pass the test I prayed for or land a trick after looking up to the sky and saying a prayer. I started to take this whole god thing serious! I soon began to question whether I had real faith in this "god" character, I'd suddenly be carefull of what I said about god and talk to him. I even started to pray, because he was helping me on the little things... or so I thought. "God" was helping me, and I loved him for it. I loved him so much I started to act according to how a loyal children of god would act. I loved him. He was my god and my faith was true, nothing could hurt me when god is looking after me. Then I began to meet other people as in love with god as I was... and it was nice, we could talk about our god and how nice he was. I didn't want to go back to the "non-believers" because I was safe. I could land tricks, pass tests, go out with pretty girls and get jobs with god looking after me. And if anything went wrong, it was because I was being punished for my sins or it was for a good purpose. For example, I stole a ring once... I put it on and I couldn't get it off again. I panicked as most people do so I prayed to god and begged than he make it loose and I pleaded sorry for what I did. Sure enough, with a little soap thing ring came off. And pretty soon I believed that everything that happened to me was because of god's will. But it wasn't fair, other kids did the same tricks I did, passed tests, got girls and got jobs... yeah they "thank god"ed but they didn't mean it. I did. And they got hurt from time to time or failed a test... but I believed it was because god wasn't with them. Then something weird happend, my girlfriend dissapeared! I cried to god: "Why god? Why? I love her! I didn't do anything wrong, I obey you! What did I do?" I was broken. I was confused because I thought god wouldn't do that to me, I didn't do anything terribly wrong? But I forgave god, as he does to me. Then I found out my liver was just about to the point of "fatal measures" and again, I questioned god, and forgave him. Things began to happen to me, bad things, things so bad that I'd get mad at god. Then one of my good friends, a real god servant such as myself was struck by a car just after attending confession at the church. I was hurt, how could god do this? I began to question how faithful god was to us, maybe he's the one comitting sins, maybe he isn't there. But I was nice, and prayed to him still. Then one night I find myself clinging to the toilet puking my brains out while accidentally urinating all over my clothes, my ribs hurt and my stomach is going to explode... I wanted to die. But instead I thought of god and how me threw all these misfortunes at me, even though I believed in him, I prayed to him... I loved him. I thought of all those kids pleasently sleeping, the misbelievers and haters, I thought of Catherine and how she was hit by a car... sent by god. I thought of every single kid who would wake up in the morning, say hi to their parents and go to school. I though of me waking up to my mom hooked on some weird pill and having to scrounge for some money for lunch at school. All these thoughts ran through my head as a fresh wave of puke rushed through my mouth, and my screaming stomach... then I though of my god. I raised my hand from the toilet and formated the middle finger and spluttered: "fuck you god" - it broke my heart to say it, but here I am dying of some weird disease, broken hands, lost freind/ girlfriend and there's all those non-believers sleeping in bed... while im hunched, covered in puke and piss with my stomach shattered. Fuck you god. Sorry it's a little sketchy folks, I just wrote it now. I actually believe in somthing up in those hazy skies, I call it god and it's comfortable for me knowing I have somthing to believe in. It's just "god" and I pray to it all the time. I was born a Catholic but I don't agree with churches and stuff like that, my life is my religon. So even though many of those unfortunate things happened to me, I didn't actually tell of my god, coz I love him. And I;m proud of him because it's a positive thing in my life.
"why? -is what makes us different"
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