Yesterday I attended a funeral, and following the sermon I left to eat an early dinner at a Church. I sat around drinking coffee and talking to some relatives and friends of the newly deceased man, and whenever the family returned from the burial site, the Pastor that was present ( who was Baptist), promptly blessed the food, saying that it should," Give us strength to move on from this grief," whenever he stated earlier that the only way to overcome this loss was through our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, and not through fried fucking chicken.
Now, at the time I didn't think twice about this. I'm a very, very big fan of blessed food, as more often than not it is free, and above average in the tastefulness property. I feasted, and so did many others. I went to bed that night with a spinning head, faded vision, and vomit lingering in my throat. I honestly thought that I was going to hurl.
I was also exhausted, as the day took a whole lot out of me. I slept unsoundly, sometimes waking up and feeling even more sick. It's 8pm now, and I still feel as shitty as ever, and my dad is playing the same goddamn Elvis Costello songs again and again. It's been months and he still has not realized that Elvis Costello & The Attractions are the only thing worth listening to.
I am not sure how I am going to recover from this, but the air feels exceptionally hot, and my stomach keeps growing weaker and weaker. Why would God lash out upon me like this? Why would blessed food make me, a devout Agnostic, so weak? Is the Christian God so loving that he plagued me with such a burden?
I went to the funeral yesterday out of the kindness of my heart, and I feel that my presence was very appreciated. I deserved that food, blessed or not. So, God, if you're up there...Thanks for being a heartless bastard.
Now, at the time I didn't think twice about this. I'm a very, very big fan of blessed food, as more often than not it is free, and above average in the tastefulness property. I feasted, and so did many others. I went to bed that night with a spinning head, faded vision, and vomit lingering in my throat. I honestly thought that I was going to hurl.
I was also exhausted, as the day took a whole lot out of me. I slept unsoundly, sometimes waking up and feeling even more sick. It's 8pm now, and I still feel as shitty as ever, and my dad is playing the same goddamn Elvis Costello songs again and again. It's been months and he still has not realized that Elvis Costello & The Attractions are the only thing worth listening to.
I am not sure how I am going to recover from this, but the air feels exceptionally hot, and my stomach keeps growing weaker and weaker. Why would God lash out upon me like this? Why would blessed food make me, a devout Agnostic, so weak? Is the Christian God so loving that he plagued me with such a burden?
I went to the funeral yesterday out of the kindness of my heart, and I feel that my presence was very appreciated. I deserved that food, blessed or not. So, God, if you're up there...Thanks for being a heartless bastard.
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