Uunghh.. The goddess heavily threw herself on the bed. Another third degree questioning by the fucking counsel. "I swear, what's so fucking difficult with just beeing.." She muttered into her pillow. You solve one measly paradox and they go fucking bonkers. Demanding answers on age old cuestions, then taking your answer and scrutenized it to a point where it nolonger made sence, they didn't even try to understand what you accually meant, what wasn't outright spoken.
The counsel had caused her such fucking greaf. Sometimes she wondered if they were accually people any of them. Didn't they realize that she was a person to that she could feel, be and even make mistakes just like anyone else? Last time she had tried to discribe this to them they had gone absolutely bonkers and started reavluating everything she'd done.
This is why she normally never talked to people about beeing a goddess, they just freaked the fuck out, this was followed by near to Impossible questions spanning from existence the universe and where everything had come from. They never paused in asking but they never asked how she felt.
And all those who didn't ask just proceeded into telling her who she was. What she had said when and what it meant. What she hated and what she liked.. Fuuuck... And when she said what she accually thought they could even go so long as to say that she wasn't real "because a god wouldn't do that" and "god hates fags" . She was soo fed up with their beliefs.. Why not just enjoy life? And if they had to believe anything about her, couldn't it be that she accually got this? Why spend their time analysing her words instead of who she really was?