God Took Me Down

Now that Twitter is known as “X” and owned by Elon Musk, I am always scared to tell people that it is my favorite social media platform. There are some crazy people on “X,” and I find it so entertaining. People post the wildest opinions and then get trashed in the comments. I scroll, giggling for hours, and I’m most definitely embarrassed. Ever since this whole Musk-Trump thing started, my “X” for-you page has been full of very conservative, anti-woke religious people. I’m not really sure why. I don’t follow anyone other than golf news accounts and Rory McIlroy trackers. I don’t like or retweet anything either. I don’t really care what people’s opinions are on “X” as long as it is funny, but my page is concerning for sure. Anyway, all of that was to say that I saw this thread that was the top ten times that someone has trash-talked God and gotten what they deserved. I don’t believe this God stuff, but this thread was pretty convincing. I decided that I was no longer going to use the big man’s name in vain. I didn’t want any bad shit happening to me. My decision was short-lived. I couldn’t hold it in. On Friday, I just had to talk shit to our holiness. I went on and on about how I wasn’t capable of getting sick. I was saying God couldn’t take me down even if he tried. When I got back from lunch, I couldn’t breathe through one of my nostrils. That’s pretty normal. That doesn’t mean I was sick. I was just clogged up, or so I thought! Throughout the rest of my shift, I continuously felt worse and worse. I was getting hot flashes and headaches. On my commute back to my dorm, I told my coworker, Brianna, that there was no way I would call out sick. The last time I called out sick was in 2021, and I ended up getting fired. Ever since then, I have had a huge fear of calling out sick. I woke up in the middle of the night, and I knew what I had to do. I was up from roughly 3:15 in the morning until 7:30ish. I felt like I had an elephant lying on my chest, I was sweating profusely, and I couldn’t breathe out of my nose. I looked up what yellow mucus meant on WebMD, and it said I had a viral infection. To me, that is the equivalent of a small little paper cut. I was raised to not be a sick person. Unfortunately, my weekend was spent pretty miserable, locked in my room battling this illness. Violet came over and brought me chicken noodle soup. She took such good care of me! I’m feeling a bit better today, but I’m still feeling it a bit. I wanted to write an Oscars review, but I feel like I had to spread the knowledge: Don’t talk shit to sweet baby Jesus or the holy lord, God. Sean Baker, you handsome devil! Happy Monday, everyone!