Today's reason why there is no loving God: Being Cold
OK, so my Puerto Rican roommate has no idea what it's like outside Puerto Rico, I understand. But this is Chicago. He goes outside. It rains, it gets cold, these things happen. Then he returns, and turns on the air conditioning, because he likes to sleep in the cold. Or, since it's already cold outside, he likes to sleep in the colder. I wonder if he has a firm grasp on these things...
But that's fine, I like to sleep in the cold, too. But I don't have a comforter. I have a sheet and a quilt, and this is not sufficient, and every day I wake up cold. Sure, it might have something to do with sleeping naked, but god dammit, I'm not going to change my way of life for the terrorists.
But check this out - I'm not a skinny person. I'm pretty hefty. I've got plenty of fat to go around, plus I'm hairy. Why, oh why, is this not sufficient to make keep me warm? Why won't my body think to itself - "everything is chilly, let's light the furnace." I have so much energy stored up just waiting to get turned into heat, and the best I can do is shiver? That's the best our loving God could come up with? Shaking uncontrollably with chattering teeth and cold limbs?
God ain't looking out for me, I tell you what. If he were, I'd have this nicely concealed thermostat on my ass set to 72 degrees round the clock, baby. But since I don't, there cannot be a loving God. And if you think otherwise, you're clearly full of shit.
