So, thanks to Ms. Corona, I’m stuck inside my home with my family. This isn’t how I thought it would turn out. So, my dad was watching TV in the living room and I went down to eat something in the kitchen and supposedly he asked me a question. But I didn’t hear him. He then yells at me for having an attitude. Like, is he drinking again? UGH. He just acted as if nothing happened afterward. Quarantine needs to end soon.
I reconnected with an old high school friend after about 20 years right before the pandemic. I don’t like Facebook. It’s a cesspool. I still join in sometimes, but for the most part, I open and close it in disgust. My old friend wants to talk all the time. Her best friend recently died, and now she is reaching out to me. Though we were once close, we are really different people now. We’re so different that it’s hard to be around her.
My friend died twice after an accident when she was younger and she ‘saw God.’ I was religious, but I am not anymore. I’m not mad at anyone, God especially. How can I be mad at something I don’t think exists? I’m not just some pissed off atheist running around telling everyone that God isn’t real. I’m extremely respectful of other people’s beliefs. You will never catch me telling a religious person that they are wrong. Never, ever, ever, would I do that. But they deem it necessary to try and save me and tell me that I’m wrong all the time. I never came out and said I’m an atheist, but I told her that I’m a skeptic of everything. She proceeded to tell me that she knows she’s right about there being a God because she’s seen God. I know what oxygen deprivation does to the human brain. The God she saw was just that; oxygen deprivation. I do get how crazy it must be to come out of something like that.