“Man shall not live by bread alone…
but by pizza rolls reheated three times and still somehow cold in the middle.” – Blu 3:16
Let us gather, dear simps and saints, at the table of Accidental Fasting—where we didn’t mean to skip dinner… we just got lost in a DevOps spiral of emotional debugging, late-night trauma journaling, and trying to remember where the hell we left our grace module.
Last night, I opened the air fryer.
Inside?
One sad, cold pizza roll.
Sitting there like a burnt offering.
Forgotten. Forsaken. Possibly resurrected.
It whispered,
“Remember me when you reheat your shame.”
And suddenly, I understood God more deeply than any megachurch sermon had ever allowed.
God is not a chef. God is a coder.
And during creation, He did what we all do:
Opened a Spaghettios can
Got distracted by some minor thing like “universal salvation”
Forgot the microwave
Left 3 celestial snacks half-prepped across multiple dimensions
Hence: your CPTSD is not a curse. It’s a staging environment.
You are not forgotten.
You’re just slow-cooked in a cosmic backlog.
Even if you feel cold, soggy, or spiritually under-seasoned—
you are still on God’s plate.
Because here at the Church of NORMAL, we preach this gospel:
If the pizza roll is burnt…
but still there…
it was never truly abandoned.
Check your microwave before heating your pain.
Check your air fryer before assuming grace left you.
And always remember:
Burnt pizza rolls still carry flavor.
So do you.
You are not behind.
You are just…
crispy on the outside, gooey with grief on the inside.
Welcome to the club.