When I was a kid a pastor once said to me “nobody knows the hour or the day Jesus will return and anyone who predicts it will be wrong he won’t show up” and the end of days as a concept really freaked me out so every so often, maybe once a week, I’d come up with random dates and times for Jesus to “come back” to ensure he wouldn’t.
LOOPHOLE
guy who shoots a gun off once a month to keep the property values low but for the apocalypse
when i’m depressed, i tend to forget things. like the times i hugged someone and they hugged back tighter, the times i couldn’t stop laughing and smiling from ear to ear. the thoughtful compliments i received, the genuine looks of surprise and joy i helped put on someone’s face, and the days where nothing important really happened, but i felt happy. but forgetting these things doesn’t mean they never happened. they existed once, and they’re proof that even though i haven’t felt myself for a while, some days in my life can be pretty nice, and there will be more days like that in the future.
