I'm Right

Are you afraid? Is that it?1

I know what there is to be afraid of. Being wrong. You die, see St. Peter and SHIT they were right. You can't be serious. OK there's a hell, I'm probably going there, right? SHIT.2

My cousin puts it a different way. Just choose the religion with the worst hell, then you know you're pretty safe. My sister laughs. He thinks he's funny.3

But I don't think religions really advertise like that?4

Sister laughs some more- Baptists do.5

Or even worse, DEAD. NOTHING. You've spent your whole life giving and preaching and acting smug and saved. FOR NOTHING.6

This isn't true at all. Look at it.
You can live like you have an eternity... or not...
And that's the only difference7

I learned a fabulous new word. FIDEISM. To believe because you have to. I was drinking with a forty-something divorcee. He had nothing. A spoiled daughter who screamed that she hated him every time something didn't go her way. He flirted with me. A Teenager. Well, he was drunk. This is all he had. Bottles of beer and a gut to hold it.8

FIDEISM he said. I don't believe in god because I feel that it's right or anything. I would just be too depressed... and he hangs his head and looks depressed and lonely and lost anyway... if there was nothing. I couldn't live like that.9

DO you have to decide?
Who's making you?
What is the rush?
Won't the universe wait for you?10

All the bastards out there so sure, so convicted of their righteousness.11

YOU believe in GOD? Oh man, look at this guy. Let's puff on our cigarettes and read Nietzche and snortle through our damned nose of science.12

What makes sense to you?
What makes you happy?
What is important in your life?13

Nothing else matters. Let the rest keep their superiority. You're right, all right. I suppose we'll all just see what's really going on
when this fucking play ends
won't we?