To quote John Pinette, sometimes I lose my cherub like demeanor. Whether it’s in parking garages, the daily commute or someone being a me-monster, my clock of patience winds down with humanity more quickly these days. The hour hand suddenly jams and can’t move. Soon the second hand gets stuck and the minute hand ticks solitarily in place. I start to twitch while calculating coffin sizes in my mind.
Why, you think to yourself, are humans so selfish? I checked out a few theology books* at the library the other day, as we INTJ Christians do, to review the apologetics. One of the books answers tough questions about life, like why evil exists and why paper cuts happen. The Archangel Gabriel tapped me on the shoulder while I was checking out. I saw he had some comic books in his hands: X-Men Archangel of all things. He was frank with me, as usual: “Try dealing with your kind for thousands of years, kid. Some of us angels are difficult, too, but that’s a whole other story. By the way, can you autograph my copy of Memory Bound? Make it out to “Gabby the Angel”. Michael will keep his paws off it that way…”
Sometimes, for a brief moment, I think I understand just a little of the wrath of God. There are moments where I want to hurl a thunder bolt at the idiots who run red lights and almost kill other drivers. It’s such a reckless disregard for human life and I see it weekly. Or I want to sew the mouth shut of the co-worker who knows nothing but malicious, juicy gossip and treats slander like bubblegum that loses its flavor too fast. And I’d really like to hand out belts. People could pull their pants up then and I could avoid seeing Tommy Hilfiger’s latest line.
Do you ever get frustrated by humanity? How do you react, outside of physical violence and measuring shoulders for coffins? Let us know in the comments below. Until then, fly in and keep writing, Arcians. Ker-kaw!