  There are some days that I question my belief in God. It just seems sometimes like we're completely alone in the world. I start to believe that whole science theory over what the Bible has to say about the creation of earth. Reading The Da Vinci Code didn't help. I wanted to believe that everything in the book was true, that the New Testament was complete bunk. The last month and a half has kind of proved to me that there has to be a God of some kind. But it's not a kind god, and there is no way God is female. If God was female, I would not have had to have my butt cut open. I would not have been on antibiotics that made me puke more than 30 times in two days. I would not have scraped the side of my car on a pole. I would not have crunched my bumper hitting the same pole two weeks later. And I wouldn't have run over a nail and gotten a flat tire. The last two things happened in the last two days.
These events have made me realize that there has to be a god, and he is vengeful. I am not sure what I did, but I'm sure that it must have been bad. Maybe it's the way I steer my car with my middle fingers all the way home from work just so I don't have to make an effort to cuss out the people who cut me off or break suddenly and cause my CDs to fly off the front seat onto the floor where I can't reach them.
Maybe it's because I stopped praying. Or maybe it's the 15 years of my life I haven't gone to church. Whatever it was, I think I've been punished enough now. God can move on to another victim now. 
