Bad Things Just Happen

Thursday, something not good happened to me. I can’t post it here, not because it is incredibly bad, but because I might have problems with an aspect of my life I can’t afford to have problems with.

I was really ticked off and upset, and in a calmer moment, I asked my friend Jane why things happen the way they do.

Knowing my religious background, Jane said, essentially, “I know where you’re going with this. God is not punishing you for something. Shit happens, and you’re not the only one it happens to.”

Jane knows how to get me back on track. She also knows what I am thinking, a scarey proposition for her, really, don’t you think?

I have offered to have her move in so that I can have ready therapy whenever I need it. It took a bribe of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. 🙂

I’m not sure where I went wrong with my religious (Catholic) training, but sometimes the thought of screwing something up and having to pay for it in some way is overwhelming. I’m guessing that was not the message I was supposed to get, but I suppose the tradition and maybe too many, “God’s gonna get you for that”‘s just happened to scare the shit out of me.

Confess your sins. “And if I don’t?”

The bad thing is that a class I took at my former employer’s said that changing religious beliefs requires some sort of major (impossible) character change.

Now what? More margaritas, I imagine. Alright then.