I am going to hell.
This must be the case. Either that, or I have this aura of “sinner” that people not going to hell can just see. It must be overpowering.
I was leaving work today, and as I was passing the bakery, (right around the same area where months ago Rob, Kate, and I were approached) and this woman came up to me. Usually, my headphones deter people, but this one was persistent.
Oh goody, yet another person trying to enlighten and save me.
She handed me a book about evolution and creationism. I was mildly amused by this because I’m reading Angels & Demons right now and it seemed almost ironic.
It’s also funny ‘cuz, well, I’m bitter. It isn’t overpoweringly so, but I can absolutely admit that I am bitter.
Why can’t people just leave me alone and let me go to hell? Have we learned nothing from the last bunch of people who wanted to enlighten me about God?
Seriously.
You’re not going to hell; you’re going to the land of comfortable levels of heating and, quite frankly, I’d appreciate it if you saved me a spot if you beat me there…
I dislike having to go to sleep in a hat and scarf. :/
mmm….Hell…I heard everything smells like barbque there.