How God Ruined My Life

I know what you’re thinking. What a loser! Blame God for the life you have ruined on your own, right? Okay. Go ahead. I can take it. Ridicule, blame, doubt, and curse me. These things are nothing new to me. I have been the target and the scapegoat for nearly anything imaginable. If you think you can make my life any worse, go ahead, take a shot! Let me warn you though, you had better get a number and stand in line, because it is going to be a long wait.
“What gives you the right to judge, anyway? Is that not God’s Job? After a little education, you would come to realize that God is a being of unconditional love, and in being so, may not even be judgemental him self! And if he is a judgemental God then who are we to judge him for it? So if you are judging this book by its’ cover, perhaps you could learn a little something from these texts!”
Everyone always seemed to tell me that my life would be better off if I would just do it their way.
“Fall in line like the rest of us.” They’d say.
So, I had faith. I had faith in what people would have me be. Even when it came down to scrubbing out a nasty grease trap for minimum wage, living on the street, fighting that big bad bully, loving selflessly, and acting like I didn’t know my ass from a hole in the ground. All the while, I would be feeling that I was born for more, yes, even more than they had told me that I could be.
It would be a long road before I would run into someone who actually had some advice that I could build from. In accordance to my usual luck, that someone wouldn’t show themselves to me until after I had reached rock bottom.