This is Some Intense Shit.

So I was sitting outside, smoking a cigarette, and thinking about sex.

Interesting intro, correct? Well that's exactly what I was doing about 10 minutes ago.
I started thinking about what the moral interests of our blossoming relationship might be.
Then I thought about what mine are. This idea was followed by another, "What would god think?"
This thought was initially thrown away. I told myself, "Fuck god," Then instantly I had another feeling. A weird instinct I should have felt my entire life, "What if, every time I thought about god (in my atheistic mood, anyways. I doubt real religious people are only thinking about that dude when they need an answer.) he was trying to speak to me and guide me?"

I stopped.

I sat in amazement for quite a while. What if that was the truth. Your happy little non-believer actually believed, for a few minutes anyways. I automatically called Sarah and preceded to pass my thoughts her way.
That voicemail was probably reaaaaally confusing.

I don't know what to think anymore. I'm just really really creeped out by the idea. I think it's going to stick in my head for a long time.