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“You’re welcome to think what you want, I guess… I am what I am. Actually I am proud of what I do. It may not be popular, but I think I do it well. I get plenty of complaints anyways… so I must be doing something right.
Mind if I smoke? Loosen up, man. It was just a little occupational humor. No, I don’t have anything else I want to tell you. I wasn’t really all that hot on telling you anything to begin with. Look, If we are finished here, I… Suit yourself. I have all the time you need.
No, I don’t guess I do understand your point. You act like somehow they don’t want me getting involved. I always said that naivete would be the downfall for all of your type.
Yeah, I guess I am. I’m not only a racist though, I’m also a bigot. I have several other issues I quite enjoy that you seem to struggle with. You know, I think that’s the whole problem. Your kind just can’t seem to embrace the fact that this is what your life is. You are who you are. Trying to gloss things over with some emotional religious experience just makes the cravings stronger and the fall harder.
You got any water? I’m a little thirsty. Guess that’s against the rules, too. It’s alright. I’ve been this long without it. Look, if you don’t have anything else, I have people to tend to. It’s been great to talk to you, but it’s Friday afternoon and I get pretty busy once everyone solidifies their weekend plans.
You know, I’ve been pretty accommodating, but my patience is wearing thin. I appreciate the fact that you don’t like what I do. I know it eats at you that you feel like you’re losing the war. It should eat at you because to be honest you are losing. At least as far as I can see.
There’s a reason the sports bars are standing room only and your church pews are half filled at best. You really aren’t offering anything. I know you hate to hear it, but I figure if you can take the time to interrogate me the least I can do is be truthful with you. It’s not one of my string points mind you, but at times telling the truth can be quite satisfying.
It’s really pretty simple, man. I offer enjoyment. I’ll grant you it’s temporary, but isn’t all enjoyment. What do you offer? Guilt and shame… a chance to bare your soul for a moment before the next urge to indulge again. Your alters are nothing more than a daytime talk show couch. People come to you to spill their guts about things that they will do again because their conscience refuses to let them up for air until they do.
I have to hand it to you, though. Even though most of you are about as committed as a hooker is to being monogamous, there are the few like you who really believe. As ridiculous as things get… no matter how many of your soldiers fall on their own sword… you still think you’ll win in the end. I find that honorable, even if it is a tad pitiful.
Look, I’ve humored you as long as I can. I have to go but it’s been enlightening talking with you. Truth is, It does me good to stop occasionally and spend some time with one of you “True Believers”. There are so few of you that I sometimes lose track of what we are out their fighting against.
We really aren’t that different you know. You stoke the flames of belief in your God with messages of hope and abstinence from all that the world offers… I douse them out with the knowledge that resistance is futile. Like I said… we are who we are. That’s never going to change.
Do me a favor though. Don’t stop building those fires. Fighting to put them out keeps me going.
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