I've always had a weird mental process when I can't find something. The moment I genuinely give up looking and decide to make do with something else or get a new one or whatever, I'll turn and look directly at the thing - usually within a second or two of making that decision. This happens so often, I believe it's a mental process where part of me knows where the item is all along, but doesn't let the informtion rise to the surface because that part of me is enjoying the search. Then when I get sick of looking and sincerely decide to stop, it means the game is over and I'm allowed to know where the thing is. Not a psychologist but I wonder if there's a clinical term for this.
"God fucks those who fuck themselves."
It's His own fault for bothering with all that divine hiddenness silliness.
If you could prove “God” existed that’d be lame and boring. The uncertainty is what makes it fun.
It's fun to hate your neighbors for having the wrong Invisible Friend and be afraid they'll show up and kill you in your sleep. Always a blast!
The uncertainty is what's caused dozens of wars and oppression. Without which, history lessons would be really boring. This is much better.
He spontaneously prayed again right after finding his keys, so I guess he did become religious?
If praying is all it takes, he was religious before as well.
I've always had a weird mental process when I can't find something. The moment I genuinely give up looking and decide to make do with something else or get a new one or whatever, I'll turn and look directly at the thing - usually within a second or two of making that decision. This happens so often, I believe it's a mental process where part of me knows where the item is all along, but doesn't let the informtion rise to the surface because that part of me is enjoying the search. Then when I get sick of looking and sincerely decide to stop, it means the game is over and I'm allowed to know where the thing is. Not a psychologist but I wonder if there's a clinical term for this.