My hopes of being vegetarian will be carried over to my next life. I am a T-Rex of my species. A meat eater if you will.
I have a stevedore’s appetite. And because of that, I have been living in constant guilt and fear for my health.
Me: (while eating sisig) God will probably punish me for enjoying life too much. An early death or a terminal illness.
Hubby: (annoyed angry look) God is not like that. Why would he punish you for being happy?
Me: (pointing at him with a fork) Hmmm, though it doesn’t change anything, you still have a point.