Last night I got a text from God
Telling me that you were a mess
And done putting up with you
Just generally really fed up
With your bullshit
I guess God had to pick you up
After you got beyond drunk
Again
Which is now a term we use
In the circle
The circle you're clinging to
But which you are quickly becoming
A non-entity in
We say--beyond drunk
Because you're never just drunk
You're always 'beyond drunk'
And we laugh when we say it
Because it's funny
You're laughable
Truly
So God went and picked you up
Then you threw up in the car
Which you always do
Which is why none of us pick you up anymore
And God took you home
And cleaned you up
And put you to bed
And the whole thing took until 4am
At which point God was exhausted
And had to like, be up early the next day
To, I don't know, make a sunrise or something
So the next morning
I call God back
And I'm like--
Why did you pick him up?
You should have left him there
And God's like--
No, I can't
I can't leave him
I'm God
Blah blah blah
And I'm like--
God, none of us like him anymore
You need to just let it go
And God goes--
Yeah, well
I don't like him either very much right now
But I can't let him go
And I kinda realized
It's sort of like God is your Mom
Or like, your Dad
Even when God doesn't like you very much
Which apparently can happen
God still sort of has to love you
Which is a lot more
Than I felt I was required to do
But you know, I think that's a good lesson
Like, obviously I'm not very religious
But to look at, like, things on a greater scale
To look at all of humankind
And say--
You know what?
You don't have to like everyone
You don't have to party with everyone
You don't have to fake smile and be dumb
But you do have to take care of each other
That made me think, you know?
God doesn't like you
But God's also going to stick with you
Until you straighten your shit up
Which I think is admirable
If not really frustrating for God
Because you're such a mess
But maybe next time I'll pick you up
I guess if God can put up with you
Then so can I
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