I am going to hell when I die

So, um, ja.  I don’t want to upset anyone, but I think maybe I might be possibly going to hell when I peg.

I overheard a conversation today that I wish I never had.  It was the group of ten christians drinking coffee at the table next to mine.  Right on the end there was a couple, talking quite loudly.

She was emo about something or other, and he was comforting her.  The problem was, the way he was talking made me think (guiltily, I promise) completely cynical thoughts and was convinced that if he replaced the word ‘God’ with ‘Me’ it was as if he was totally hitting on her.

She:  I feel really helpless and don’t know what I should do next.

He: Just put your head into God’s lap, sweetie. He’ll take all your pain away.

She: Maybe I should just call [them]

He:  I think you should just open yourself up for more.  I really don’t know if you’re ready just yet.  How do you feel about letting me in a bit more [on whats going on]?

She:  Yeah, I want to sleep on it I think.

He:  God admires you for being so willing, sweetie.  You should totally feel proud of what you’ve done, not guilty.

She:  You really think so?  Thank you.  You’re the only one who could understand me on this you know…

He:  Don’t ever forget, God will never leave you.  You are precious to him, and he adores you.

I’ll stop there.  Its official, I’m going to hell.

I’m sorry – I just couldn’t resist blogging this, it had me occupied mentally for hours!

10 comments

  1. Stef says:

    that is such a strange conversation!!! you should have gone over to him and said ” shame on you for using God to get into her panties!!!! ”

    amen 🙂

  2. B says:

    According to QueenG I am going to hell cos I have a tattoo..

    If you get there first will you find us a good seat.. I hear they have shows every night… Ill bring the wine..

  3. shebee says:

    Stef – Amen

    B – Whahaha. You tattoo’d little so and so. Wanna pitchfork? Onlee 5 dolla?

    Gluggie – yeah, i have that problem too.

  4. leez says:

    The coversation wasn’t starnge it was just your interpretation of it. Sometimes when we lacking something we seem to find it in the strangest of places. maybe it was masg from God telling you you need to get laid…

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