Like newspaper waiting on at checkout; I’m sold. I hate it. I didn’t have the time to read the terms and the conditions. I was just sold. I had no voice in the matter. God simply lined me up on a zip line, slinging me in this direction. During this time period, and the exact moment I was born he swung this soul at me. Sold me to some fetus growing in womans’ womb for quite some time. It was boring, that fetus. The emptiness of memory and simple murmurs from the soon to be outside world. It was as if I was to preview the world I was bought to and forced to accept it. It’s not fair. I wanted to be born in a different line, a streamline of the different nature. But God already did the best he could. He went through the humanity Calculus and decided the optimal time and place. He’s a busy person.
    Not only do people try and pray to him, but they dare tell him they were born in the wrong century. If he had even the seconds that he hangs on to send his souls through the zipline of birth, he would should them the endless chalkboard of mathematics he went through to bring us to life. To beget us a life that was very particular. That, in each interaction we make, was either our choice or his. That is, given the assumption he has the time to even make the choice for us. We sometimes silly ourselfs into thinking God makes the choices we do not like. Sadly, as explained in the miles and miles of equation, that is simply when our lives are not in our control. The output and our input just do not get coded correctly. Imagine all this math again, across his face, as he births more people each and every day. We’re all mentally checked out after a days of work; but he is still working. Even now, as babys are being pushed by the women who are being yelled, “Just a little more” are being given souls. Individual personalities that cannot be an exact copy of another one of the billions already born on Earth. God is a busy person. Pressing on both his mind and hands, he shifts about. He calculates the exact moments of his desire. The desire for the ruse not to be given up. That’ when given time, we all can figure out how we fit in. We were given bodies that match our soul’s intention. We are sent from whatever this huge place is that processes our information. Last thing a broker like that would want is to duplicate the same persons’ intentions, looks, and personality.
    And, not only that, but God has to deal with the bullshit of lying human beings. Magic, Faith, Confidence—where did these words make it into his guidebook onto how to live a life? There was no book last time he heard, but this big honcho decides to make a book based on theories that not only directly misguides his legions, but contradicts his methods. Who ever said that roach that snuck into his den was evil? It was just another devious creature of the universe who lost his way.
    And now, you ask, why am I even daring enough to make these methods that which God makes humans? I think it is fair to say God is a busy person. Working tirelessly to find the best and perfect fit for everyone. And, out of everything that has happened in these x amount of years of humans existence, the last time he would want from us is sass.
         Being sold confirms you exist. So, enjoy the ride you were given for free.           Â
