InsaneJournal

I don't know what this Bible thing is about. I need to read it when I have nothing better to do than sit on my ass and waste my time on however many pages. It's some long winded shit. I don't think I'm going to like it. The way those kids were talking about God being all knowing and good and all that bullshit. And Jesus. I don't know who that is, but he loves little children and that sounds wrong to me. I've loved many a person, but never a little child. No one seemed upset by it, either. Like loving children is okay. This place is strange.

Maybe it's just me, I don't know.

So I asked these kids who it was that taught them all this shit. And they said it was me. I replaced some God-lover. A God-lover with ugly clothes, at that. You should look at some of the shit in this closet. But anyway. They said I was a Sunday school teacher. Which, thanks to the internet, I now know means someone who teaches about religion. Which means teaching about God. Teaching happy lies about God being sweet and merciful and loving. Fucking figures, right?

So when little Timmy asked me what God was like, I told him the honest answer. Poor boy's been lied to all his life, he deserves to know the truth, right? God's an asshole who will happily create you, fuck around with you, and then toss you aside when He gets bored. I told them my story. None of them knew about it. Some of the kids didn't like that so much. Their parents liked it even less.

So I'm out a job.

Oops.