Inspired by Anniz’ “evil people come here” 666th post thread, and the fact that my college-level French class is studying Sartre’s Huis Clos, which is about people in Hell, so every lecture becomes a philosophy discussion.
Can be religious or secular reasons. I have both.
[ul][li]Once, a person who’d previously thought I was his friend came to me, distraught because he’d been rejected by a girl he’d asked out. He threatened to kill himself. I, feeling tired and bitter and a little miffed that he thought being told “no” was a just cause for suicide, told him not to make promises he wouldn’t keep. (Obviously, we no longer speak to each other.)[/li][li]In French a couple days ago, I said “You all are saying there can be no God, because no just God would let all the evil in the world exist. I say there is a God, it’s just that He’s a little absentminded. Maybe He’s been busy in other places for a while. And don’t forget, the last time He came around was two thousand years ago, and we still haven’t shut up about the Jew we accused Him of knocking up!”[/li][/ul]
I’m sure I could think of more if I thought about it a moment. Right now I’m not even supposed to BE here, I’m sneaking online under my mother’s nose…
Hey, there’s a reason! I lie to my parents all the time. I do have some scruples, though, I don’t lie to my friends.
According to a guy at work, everyone that doesn’t go to his specific church is hell bound. The upside, he and his pals can have their own area and no one else will have to tolerate them for eternity.
I’m going to Hell because I believe in Universal Salvation. Somehow in the back of my mind I have a feeling that when I die, God will come to me, grin and say “HA HA HA, YOU WERE WRONG!!!”
Know what’s genuinely depressing? Not for rousing, balls-out bright scarlet sins but probably just an accumulation of tattle-tale gray little stuff. Equivocating when I should have (apt expression) raised hell, sulking instead of either confronting people and getting over it…
What a pisser, when the best analogy for the state of your immortal soul is laundry.
I’m almost embarrassed to tell you all this… I’m not proud at all. Anyway, there was this person I know that was talking about suicide and, being the rotten person I am, I offered to FedEx her a bottle of pills knowing that she was allergic to them and they would kill her. As if that wasn’t enough, I bet her a dollar she wouldn’t take them. Granted I never actually sent them to her, but that was still wrong and a horrible thing to say. This was quite a while ago but I’m still sad about it. I’m actually still very disappointed in myself for being so harsh. I never knew I had it in me to be that way.
If the weird guys in matching suits that came to my door the other day are right, I’m going to Hell because I don’t believe it exists.
I think they were, like, satanists or something, because they took off when I asked them, “If I don’t believe in Heaven either does that mean I get a choice?”
According to many Christians, being gay automatically damns me to hell.
Since I intend to do “what gay people do”, those “sinful” acts and me being unrepentant about that, also destines me to hell.
I dont consider myself a part of any religion. And even if I still considered myself Catholic, many Protestants believe that still damns me to hell (you couldnt have understood baptism, so you arent saved, you catholics all worship saints and idols!..blah blah blah).
I dont believe that anyone would be punished for an eternity. I dont really believe in a hell either (that’s sacreligious).
All the little white lies i’ve told to save my ass (just you know, to keep from getting in trouble with mom and dad?).
Wishing harm on others… (yeah, even i’m prone to that)
A multitude of the other ten commandments i’ve broken.
Personally, I’m quite proud of the fact that I’m damned automatically because I didn’t get some water splashed on my head when I was far too young to make rational choices about my own spirituality.
I have lied, cheated, and stolen (not LATELY, but still)
I have never been to confession
I have coveted both my neighbor’s wife AND his ass
I have committed crimes against nature
I have committed adultery…which isn’t that difficult, actually, since “adultery” is technically the act of having sex with someone to whom you are not married.
I have broken a minimum of 20 Virginia state laws. Not that that’s exactly in the bible as anything that would send me to hell, but…
I have failed to honor my father (whispering “shhhh!!! my dad’s in the next room!” is probably not particularly honorable, and also fell under that “technical adultery” thing)
I have taken the Lord’s name in vain. More than once. In the last five minutes.
I have lusted in my heart (and groin, and hands, and skin, and…)
I’m not proud at all. Anyway, there was this person I know that was talking about suicide and, being the rotten person I am, I offered to FedEx her a bottle of pills knowing that she was allergic to them and they would kill her. As if that wasn’t enough, I bet her a dollar she wouldn’t take them. Granted I never actually sent them to her, but that was still wrong and a horrible thing to say. This was quite a while ago but I’m still sad about it. I’m actually still very disappointed in myself for being so harsh. I never knew I had it in me to be that way.