IS THIS FAIR TO WISH UPON AN ATHEIST..??

A
sneeze started this entire situation off, okay. I'm standing next to
this guy, I don't know this man, I've never met him before in my life,
or in a past life. I can sense this.
Standing next to this man, never met him before. He turns towards me and he sneezes like this, he goes, PHWHUUUH!

Okay, now at this point I'm digusted. And I'm grossed out. Okay. I'm grossed out by it.

And at first I think, I'm going to go off on this guy. And then I
decided, Wait a second Dane, don't do that. Take the high road. Try to
be polite.
So I turn to him and this is what I said. I looked at
him and I went, uhh God Bless You. Yeah, I said it like that. God Bless
You. Which is God Bless You but it kinda sounds like, cover you're
fuckin mouth.
Yeah. Incognito. I turned to the guy. I say God Bless
You by the way when someone sneezed. I don't say Bless You. I don't say
that becauseeee, I'm not the Lord. I can't do that.
I'm just a messenger for big guns upstairs. You know what I'm sayin'?

God
Bless You. This is what the guy comes back with, okay. Here's where it
starts to get out of control. The guy looks at me and very
condescending. He goes, uhhh.. yeahh... I'm an Atheist.
Yeah what a
jerk right? I'm trying to be polite and I don't know you're and
Atheist. And even if I did what and I supposed to say when an Atheist
sneezes? Uhhhh... when you die nothing happens.

So now. Oh
Man. Now I start getting into like, a religious debate with this guy.
And it is awful. Okay. He's questioning my beliefs. Well, what about
you? What, what did you grow up?
Well, I was raised Catholic, I waaas raised Catholic.

As I'm telling him about my religious background, he is laughing at me.
He is Laughing at me. He's giggling. He's like, if you believe this..
hahah.. ohhh.... ahhh. Now for his own entertainment he says this. Let
me ask you this. What do you believe happens to you after um, after you
die?
And I said uhh... okay.. well, hopefully I live a good life
and my soul goes to heaven and when I get there all my ancestors will be
waiting for me like it's an airport.

So he's laughing at my beliefs. And finally, I just snap it.

OKay! What about, What about you? Alright. You're an Atheist. What does
that mean? What happens to you after you die? Now he gets really
serious like he's about to school me. Okay. Oh I can tell you young man.
I can tell you. I KNOW what's going to happen to me after I die.

After I pass on, my body will become one with this earth. From there, I
will become a fertilizer for this planet. And with that. I will return
as a huge, beautiful tree. That's what this guy believes. He laughing at
me. He's going to come back as a fuckin ficus. Yeah..
Johnny weeping willow over here..

I wanted to slam this guy so bad for this right. But then I stopped. I
stopped you guys please hear me out. I let it sink in and I want you
guys to as well.
I hope when he dies he does become a tree. I hope
he's in the middle of the wilderness and he's doing his tree thing.
Whatever it is trees do. And wouldn't it be fantastic if while he was
out there just enjoying his treeness. Through the woods a huge, sweaty
guy with an axe comes along. Sees him. Chops him down. Smash. Put a
chain around him. Drags him through the mud and the muck. Put him into a
sawmill. Grind him up. Then you pound him down into paper. And once
he's paper. You print the Bible on him.