A Physicalist: A Short Story

I'm considered a very logical person.

I don't believe in what does not exist.
Of it is not here then it is not real, if it isn't proven then it does not exist. A physicalist you could say.

Or just a nonbeliever on theory, and imagination, dreams. What are those?

Simply mere thoughts and ideas. Nothing more nor less.

Magic isn't real. Mermaids aren't real. Vampires and werewolfs? No they aren't real either. Fairies, sirens, elves, Santa, bigfoot, spirits and ghost even, anything of that nature... It's just simply does not exist.

Now God on the other hand.
I believe in him.
I was raised a conservative Christian.
But doubts do appear here and there once and awhile. As if perhaps God is yet another figment of the imagination, as if perhaps people …show more content…
You've known my beyond this false life you live."

"What do you mean?"

There was a patient silence then, "I don't know."

...

Days would follow up with my teachers telling me how they were getting worried with my new 'attitude' in school. Apparently I fell asleep in class to often and my grades have begun to drop.

And personal favorite of not being as active in school as I used to be.

I don't remember ever being active in school. I never talked to many people.

"What's gotten into you?", my mother would ask.

She always had wanted me to be little miss perfect.

"Nothing mom", I would say, "Just a little tired lately."

Her grieving eyes would stare at me with sympathy and guilt would seep through my heart.

Father would tell me he's here whenever needed him. And I'd say "thanks dad but I'm good" and that would be it.

Perhaps I was selfish for acting this way.

But if there was ever a time I felt like myself it would with the monster that lived under my