Me and God or Those were the days

I don't believe in God, but sometimes he just doesn't leave me alone. I walk by a church on my way to the grocery store and suddenly feel a strong urge to open the doors and walk inside; ask the first person I meet: "Hey, brother. Would it be okay if I just sat down for a while? I have to contemplate". I usually don't attend to these quasi-religious cravings; I just keep on walking and pretend that I am not listening until God gets tired of bugging me and starts bugging somebody else instead.

If I'd actually believe in God, I'd pray right now. Pray for a more attractive body, for a more beautiful me.

I leave you now with a picture that I found today. It was taken in July 2005. God, those were the days...