I Just Can't Help Myself

I believe in signs. If you are truly aware of your surroundings there are so many spiritual things to pick up on. I believe that if you interpret those things correctly, they can guide you through the world, and life itself, on a daily basis. As if the universe was trying to tell you something. I think that's what they mean in AA/NA when they talk about living day-to-day. Well I came up with my own way to make it through prison, recovery, and the workaday week. I will surely get blasted for this post, but I found this letter on the bus, all trampled and stained from so many shoeprints, because nobody cared, or more likely, wanted to hear what it had to say. I think I was supposed to find this letter, and I can't help but share it. (It was the postscript that did it.) And it's about time I pissed some people off anyway. I would like to explain more, but suffice it to say I think it was one of those signs. Some people call it coincidence, some people call it god, some people call it destiny. I like the idea that they are all tied together, and I am one of those people that happen to call that god. If you don't dig it, then ef you. Deal with it. It makes a point no matter what you believe.

A Letter To You From Satan

I saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores and you awoke without praying. As a matter of fact, you didn't even bless your meal you ingrate, or pray before bed last night. You are so unthankful; I like that about you. I cannot tell you how glad I am that you still have not changed your way of living. Fool, you are mine. Remember, you and I have been going steady for years now. And I still don't love you yet. As a matter of fact, I hate your sorry ass, because I hate God. I am only using you to get even with Him. He kicked me out of heaven, and I'm going to use you as long as possible to get vengence. You see, Fool, God loves You and He has great plans in store for you. But you have yielded your life to me, and I'm going to make it Hell. Literally. Haha. I 'm really showing Him who's boss in your life with all of the "good" times we've had. We have been watching porn, cussing, stealing, lying, being hypocritical, fornicating, overeating, gossiping, being judgmental, getting drunk and high, showing disrespect, and of course we've had a bad attitude the whole time, you and me. Surely you don't want to give all of this up... Come on Fool, let's burn forever. I've got some hot plans for us. This is just a letter of appreciation from me to you.

I'd like to say thanks for letting me use you for most of your foolish life. You are so gullible, it never ceases to amaze me. And then I laugh. When you're tempted, you always give in...it makes me sick. You have no self-control. Now I'm beginning to take my toll on your life. You look older than you are, and you're too tired for your age, so now, I need new blood. So go ahead and have kids and teach them how to sin. By all means! All you have to do is smoke, drink, cheat, gamble, gossip, fornicate, and be as selfish as possible. That shoudn't be too hard for even a fool such as yourself. Do all of this in the presence of children and they will imitate you. Kids are like that, that's why they're my favorites. Well, I've got to go for now. I'll be back in a couple of seconds to tempt you again, don't worry. If you were as smart as you think you are, you would run somewhere, confess your sins, and live for God with what little bit of life you haven't wasted with me. It's not in my nature to warn anyone of anything, but to be your age and sin like you do; it's becoming a bit riduiculous! Don't get me wrong, I still hate you. It's just that you'd make a better Fool for Him than me.

Yours Truly,

Lucifer

P.S. If you really love me, you won't share this letter with anyone.

Jam for the Day: Sympathy for the Devil by The Rolling Stones