Beggar: Wait wait wait wait! Answered all my questions? I never asked you one to begin with!
God: Really? Shall we go back to the time when you didn't study for that Biology final exam, and you were asking me, "God, Why did you not help me focus while I was studying?"
The beggar thinks for a moment. For a long moment in fact. His eyes widen slightly as the memory slowly creeps back into his conscious.
Beggar: Well, yeah... yeah! Why didn't you help me with that test? You couldn't have just given me the answers to the exams so I could have at least passed it? Thanks to that exam, I failed the entire course!
God: I did help you with that test. In fact, why do you think that exam was postponed a week?
The beggar stops to recall the incident leading to his disastrous exam. And God was right; the teacher had unexpectedly postpone the exam.
Beggar: Well... Then, why didn't you help me memorize everything quickly while I was studying back then?
God: If you had spent your time wisely during those postponed days, you wouldn't have needed a better "memorizing" mind
Beggar: That's a load of bull crap! You know even with the extended time, I had other stuff to do!
God: Oh yes, forgive me you are correct. You had to chat with friends on facebook for hours. You had to continue playing that Call of Duty game until you could beat that round you just couldn't beat before. And after you did, then you had to beat the next levels. Then the next. Then the next. Then the-
Beggar: Alright, Alright, just shut up shut up!
God: Excuse me? Do you realize whom you are addressing those commands to?
Beggar: Alright alright fine, whatever.
God: So... Are we done arguing? Can we move on?
Beggar: No, we are not done arguing and no, we are not moving on! I done with this! I don't talking to you, I'm done lying around here, I'm leaving! I have places to go!
God: No, you don't. You have no where to go. You were planning on sleeping at the exact spot you are in. The only place tolerant enough to let you in and your stench is the same place that turns your eyes red.
Beggar: Alright, look enough with your smart talk! I don't care what you have to say, just leave me alone! If you really are God, then you should leave me right now!
God: If I leave right now, then you'd realize that I truly am God. For a split second. Then you'll blame it on your current unstable state. Then you'll soon complain about something else and question me yet again as to why I'm not there to take care of you.
The beggar covers his face in frustration. He then brings his palms to his head and rips at his hair.
Beggar: Please... Why are you doing this to me?
God: I just needed an answer to one simple question. I still only ask for the same thing. You give me an answer, and I shall leave you immediately.
The beggar lets out a long, slow sigh. He composes himself again, fixing up his hair and readjusting his shirt.
Beggar: Ok, fine. But you promised. You will leave IMMEDIATELY as soon as I answer your question?
God: If the answer is what I desire, then yes.
Beggar: Ok fine whatever. What's your question?
God: Why?
Beggar: Wha- what? What why?
God: That is my question. Why?
Beggar: God da--
God: No, I will not condemn my question.
The beggar stares at God, speechless. He lets out a short scoff.
Beggar: Wow, you really know how to piss a guy off don't you?
God: It's one of the abilities that comes with being God. And though I know how, I am not utilizing such powers as of this moment.
Beggar: Jesus Chr--
God: Now why on earth are you trying to call my son into this? Or are you daring to misuse my son's name?
Beggar: Ok dude, seriously I've had enough. I'm out of here. I'm done!
The beggar tries to raise himself on his knee, but collapses immediately. He tries multiple times, but he fails continuously.
God: My child, the deal was that I'd leave when you've answered my question. You have not done so, therefore cannot leave.
The beggar's eyes are now pulsing red. He grits his teeth and screams at the top of his lungs.
Beggar: I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! Why can't you just leave me be! I never wanted any of this!
The beggar covers his face with his palm. Trails of tears run down his wrist and soaks his tattered denim jacket. God glides across and places his hands on the beggar's head.
God: No, my child. You didn't want any of this. Neither did I.
The beggar looks up angrily at God. He swings at Him, but his punch merely shaves through God as if He were an animated smoke.
Beggar: Then why did you let me end up like this? Why didn't you help me? Why couldn't you change my life the way I wanted it to be?
God: Do you truly believe that you are who you are today because I did not have the power to change your life or have a desire to alleviate you from your situation? Do you truly believe that I would abandon any of my children?
Beggar: Are you blind? Look at me! I'm a nobody. I'm an alcoholic. I'm a drug addict. God knows how many untold diseases I'm carrying.
God: I do know. But you don't.
Beggar: Ok, will you please stop with this stupid "I'm God" crap you are playing at?
God: Only if you stop abusing my name.
Beggar: (while sighing) Alright. Alright fine. Now what was your question again? Let's just get this done and over with...
God: Why?
Beggar:.... Why what? Be specific, I'm not Go--.... I don't know.
God: Why do you believe you are in the current state that you are?
God: Really? Shall we go back to the time when you didn't study for that Biology final exam, and you were asking me, "God, Why did you not help me focus while I was studying?"
The beggar thinks for a moment. For a long moment in fact. His eyes widen slightly as the memory slowly creeps back into his conscious.
Beggar: Well, yeah... yeah! Why didn't you help me with that test? You couldn't have just given me the answers to the exams so I could have at least passed it? Thanks to that exam, I failed the entire course!
God: I did help you with that test. In fact, why do you think that exam was postponed a week?
The beggar stops to recall the incident leading to his disastrous exam. And God was right; the teacher had unexpectedly postpone the exam.
Beggar: Well... Then, why didn't you help me memorize everything quickly while I was studying back then?
God: If you had spent your time wisely during those postponed days, you wouldn't have needed a better "memorizing" mind
Beggar: That's a load of bull crap! You know even with the extended time, I had other stuff to do!
God: Oh yes, forgive me you are correct. You had to chat with friends on facebook for hours. You had to continue playing that Call of Duty game until you could beat that round you just couldn't beat before. And after you did, then you had to beat the next levels. Then the next. Then the next. Then the-
Beggar: Alright, Alright, just shut up shut up!
God: Excuse me? Do you realize whom you are addressing those commands to?
Beggar: Alright alright fine, whatever.
God: So... Are we done arguing? Can we move on?
Beggar: No, we are not done arguing and no, we are not moving on! I done with this! I don't talking to you, I'm done lying around here, I'm leaving! I have places to go!
God: No, you don't. You have no where to go. You were planning on sleeping at the exact spot you are in. The only place tolerant enough to let you in and your stench is the same place that turns your eyes red.
Beggar: Alright, look enough with your smart talk! I don't care what you have to say, just leave me alone! If you really are God, then you should leave me right now!
God: If I leave right now, then you'd realize that I truly am God. For a split second. Then you'll blame it on your current unstable state. Then you'll soon complain about something else and question me yet again as to why I'm not there to take care of you.
The beggar covers his face in frustration. He then brings his palms to his head and rips at his hair.
Beggar: Please... Why are you doing this to me?
God: I just needed an answer to one simple question. I still only ask for the same thing. You give me an answer, and I shall leave you immediately.
The beggar lets out a long, slow sigh. He composes himself again, fixing up his hair and readjusting his shirt.
Beggar: Ok, fine. But you promised. You will leave IMMEDIATELY as soon as I answer your question?
God: If the answer is what I desire, then yes.
Beggar: Ok fine whatever. What's your question?
God: Why?
Beggar: Wha- what? What why?
God: That is my question. Why?
Beggar: God da--
God: No, I will not condemn my question.
The beggar stares at God, speechless. He lets out a short scoff.
Beggar: Wow, you really know how to piss a guy off don't you?
God: It's one of the abilities that comes with being God. And though I know how, I am not utilizing such powers as of this moment.
Beggar: Jesus Chr--
God: Now why on earth are you trying to call my son into this? Or are you daring to misuse my son's name?
Beggar: Ok dude, seriously I've had enough. I'm out of here. I'm done!
The beggar tries to raise himself on his knee, but collapses immediately. He tries multiple times, but he fails continuously.
God: My child, the deal was that I'd leave when you've answered my question. You have not done so, therefore cannot leave.
The beggar's eyes are now pulsing red. He grits his teeth and screams at the top of his lungs.
Beggar: I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! Why can't you just leave me be! I never wanted any of this!
The beggar covers his face with his palm. Trails of tears run down his wrist and soaks his tattered denim jacket. God glides across and places his hands on the beggar's head.
God: No, my child. You didn't want any of this. Neither did I.
The beggar looks up angrily at God. He swings at Him, but his punch merely shaves through God as if He were an animated smoke.
Beggar: Then why did you let me end up like this? Why didn't you help me? Why couldn't you change my life the way I wanted it to be?
God: Do you truly believe that you are who you are today because I did not have the power to change your life or have a desire to alleviate you from your situation? Do you truly believe that I would abandon any of my children?
Beggar: Are you blind? Look at me! I'm a nobody. I'm an alcoholic. I'm a drug addict. God knows how many untold diseases I'm carrying.
God: I do know. But you don't.
Beggar: Ok, will you please stop with this stupid "I'm God" crap you are playing at?
God: Only if you stop abusing my name.
Beggar: (while sighing) Alright. Alright fine. Now what was your question again? Let's just get this done and over with...
God: Why?
Beggar:.... Why what? Be specific, I'm not Go--.... I don't know.
God: Why do you believe you are in the current state that you are?
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