Originally Posted by
Shoeberto
I like to think of Jesus as the kind of dude that just shows up at your house on a Saturday afternoon with a twelve pack and a Game Cube and just bros out with you the whole time. And when I'm all, "gettin' kinda hungry dude, you up for some food?" he's all "yeah bro, I got this" and he orders two pizzas and pays for them. And then, like, as the day goes on, and we drink more and more, we really start to open up. I talk about the problems I've had with relationships in my life, and then he tells me about some of the problems he's had with his dad. And then we both just sort of commiserate about things and say how good it is just to have someone else who understands because sometimes it just feels so lonely in the world but y'know sometimes you just need a bro there who'll always listen and know how you're feeling. And then we'd be like, why can't bros cry around each other? And we'd start tearing up, and then eventual full-on crying. And we'd just be like, drunk and bawling on the couch, and then we'd hold each other for comfort because we're just bros and that's something we should be able to do. And then at one point between sobs and whimpers we'd catch each other's eyes and just stare deeply for a moment. And it's just be like, well, I've always felt it, and I just bared my soul to him, why not now? Maybe he feels the same! And then I'd lean in, and he would too, and I'd feel his beard brush against my face, and well, you can guess the rest.
That's how I like to imagine Jesus.
