I don't want to go to heaven. I've realized this for years. Of course, I don't believe in heaven so that probably has a lot to do with it. I'm just worried that I'll end up there on accident and I won't know anybody. So much for fear of abandonment.
The thing about heaven is that it's an unknown entity. You can't really say exactly what it takes to get in there. Yea, the bible references how we're supposed to be in this life to end up in paradise. But that's not specific enough for me. I'm worried I might be living the kind of life that'll have me in the clouds worshiping his holiness for my afterlife. Who knows, in Jesus's eyes I might be doing shit just right.
What I had in mind instead was the sort of ghostly haunting/lingering of this planet. I think I'd enjoy roaming around unnoticed, looking through people's things. I'd be ethical about it of course. I really think you could learn a lot about people spying on them, going through their medicine cabinets, their sock drawers. The truth about people is often hidden in their sock drawers or bedside nightstand tables.
I've always done this anyway. Some of my favorite times were when I was about 12 and my Dad worked third shift. I'd come home from basketball and there'd be nobody but me in the house. I went through ALLLLL his stuff. It was terribly amazing. I found nail clippers in the shape of a guitar (they're still on my keychain after 12+ years). I found t-shirts that were too small for anyone but me and they were awesome.
Last night I dreamed about stealing a bunch of checks from his dresser. I stole them, wrote and signed them, cashed them and bought a bunch of shit i wanted but very clearly didn't need. I remember back before my dad and i fell out, he thought I was stealing checks from him. It was his girlfriend @ the time in actuality but that doesn't change anything between him and me.
After the dream, I woke up and came downstairs. Then it became now and I'm ending up this post. Have a good day if you're reading this.
The thing about heaven is that it's an unknown entity. You can't really say exactly what it takes to get in there. Yea, the bible references how we're supposed to be in this life to end up in paradise. But that's not specific enough for me. I'm worried I might be living the kind of life that'll have me in the clouds worshiping his holiness for my afterlife. Who knows, in Jesus's eyes I might be doing shit just right.
What I had in mind instead was the sort of ghostly haunting/lingering of this planet. I think I'd enjoy roaming around unnoticed, looking through people's things. I'd be ethical about it of course. I really think you could learn a lot about people spying on them, going through their medicine cabinets, their sock drawers. The truth about people is often hidden in their sock drawers or bedside nightstand tables.
I've always done this anyway. Some of my favorite times were when I was about 12 and my Dad worked third shift. I'd come home from basketball and there'd be nobody but me in the house. I went through ALLLLL his stuff. It was terribly amazing. I found nail clippers in the shape of a guitar (they're still on my keychain after 12+ years). I found t-shirts that were too small for anyone but me and they were awesome.
Last night I dreamed about stealing a bunch of checks from his dresser. I stole them, wrote and signed them, cashed them and bought a bunch of shit i wanted but very clearly didn't need. I remember back before my dad and i fell out, he thought I was stealing checks from him. It was his girlfriend @ the time in actuality but that doesn't change anything between him and me.
After the dream, I woke up and came downstairs. Then it became now and I'm ending up this post. Have a good day if you're reading this.