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Not the troll but the Christian God.

I used to, but atfer going through a long period believing that God hates me, I now begin to think that there's too much shit in the world for it to be possible.

I guess I've just had a bad weekend - my 21st birthday party was ruined (fire alarm went off at 9pm and the venue we'd hired wouldn't allow us back in) I'm convinced the person I fancy is avoiding me (I haven't told her but I'm convinced she knows) and there's other shit which I really can't risk posting on a public forum.

I'm not religous but a chain of events recently has begun to make me question everything. If God does exist, I think he's punishing me, or he hates me. But where does it say God does hate?

I think you might just be superegotistical if you think God is out to get you matey! That or you could turn out to be the next Hitler and must be stopped from gracing the national airwaves with your ultra fascist views!

Well I'm not in the business of mouthing off on air. I don't want to fall foul of either my boss, or OFCOM really.

However, I don't think he's out to get me, I'm wondering if he exists. I believe I have been "saved" before (I had a near-death experience in 2001 when I fell 130ft - only to shatter my pelvis!) but now I begin to wonder.

I'd love to believe in God, but I can't make the leap of faith, for dozens of different reasons.

The idea of organised religion leaves me more scared than a pig in a war. I could never join one of them - I'm from Catholic stock and all the Popes have been man mentals.

I want to believe God is the bozzbozz, but he's no puff-pastry hangman.

James Martin wrote:However, I don't think he's out to get me, I'm wondering if he exists. I believe I have been "saved" before (I had a near-death experience in 2001 when I fell 130ft - only to shatter my pelvis!) but now I begin to wonder.

Bad shit happens because bad shit happens.

Your 21st birthday party was spoiled. That is, by definition, bad shit. It's not the end of the world, however - not even close. Feel bad for a day or two then pull yourself together. The same advice goes for all the other little niggling things. So the girl thinks you fancy her: so what? The worst thing that could happen is a "no". Feel bad, get over it.

That's life, Mr Martin. A lot of the time it is good, and a lot of it sucks ass. And not in the good way.

And what's all this God shit about? You beleive in him only if he protects you? Weak minded bollocks. Read the New Scientist. It'll do you far more good.

You're 21 and healthy. You have a billion more bad times and good times to have. Stop pondering over the meaning of it all and make things happen.

Gavin Scott wrote:You're 21 and healthy. You have a billion more bad times and good times to have. Stop pondering over the meaning of it all and make things happen.

Exactly, Gavin. It's we 30-somethings that should spend all our time gazing at our navels and contemplating how fucked up we are.

James has got all that to come.

I have been known to think it when I'm gazing at someone else's navel.

Gavin Scott wrote:I have been known to think it when I'm gazing at someone else's navel.

That's no way to talk about our dirty weekend in Brighton!

Yes well next time let's go to a hotel that doesn't rent rooms by the hour.

*mortified*

Gavin Scott wrote:Yes well next time let's go to a hotel that doesn't rent rooms by the hour.

*mortified*

Well I was hoping you'd have it wrapped up within the half hour.

Gavin Scott wrote: That's life, Mr Martin. A lot of the time it is good, and a lot of it sucks ass. And not in the good way.

And what's all this God shit about? You beleive in him only if he protects you? Weak minded bollocks. Read the New Scientist. It'll do you far more good.

You're 21 and healthy. You have a billion more bad times and good times to have. Stop pondering over the meaning of it all and make things happen.

Gavin's got it sussed, look after number one cos no bugger else does.