God, aliens, and other conversations with friends
I have seven days to prove to myself that I am not a friendless loser. Which I really think I might be now that I haven’t seen the sun in 3 months.
I don’t think I would want to be my friend either: I’m loud and I wave my arms around a lot like an epileptic pirate. Then I cry, because people measure my value in oestrogen:
Random friend: “When are you getting pregnant?”
Random family member: “and married?”
I thought I had a little more going for me than my ovaries… Apparently not.
So this winter for one week (while my boyfirend, not husband or baby-daddy is away on work), I solemnly pledged (to myself) that I would meet one different person every night and do something different. That basically means:
a) I am going to be extremely hung over for the next seven days
b) I will learn something about life
c) I will discover something about myself based on age, nationality, gender and conversation topics of my friends.
Day 1
It was yesterday but it still feels like today. I’ll be working from home until I sober up. I learned that God exists, it’s okay to mix vodka with white wine (not red) and that life is giant game of cards which I’m not very good at.
Friend 1: Male
Nationality: Czech
Age: 42
Occupation: Managing director/CEO
Age difference with me: 13 years
I have this feeling that we would probably be excluded from any democratic country for our heretic beliefs. My friends and I don’t fit in boxes: we’re too drunk to get in them, and too cynical.
Conversations about God
Me: I struggle with this God thing
Friend 1: No no, well I think there’s A god..
Me: (curious stare)
Friend: WAIT, that’s not all. I think there IS a god. I think he made all of this and now he doesn’t give a shit … He’s gone away and now, he’s like, whatever. Like Buddhism!
Me: (confused stare) And what about ALIENS? I mean that’s a much more plausible suggestion… I like the alien option a lot better.
Friend: You’re just deflecting away from the topic, because God made those aliens too.
