Joseph in The Last Adam is the guy everyone relies on because he looks like he has it together.

 You know this guy.

 The one who fixes the sink, pays the bills on time, and somehow becomes the designated driver at every party without anyone actually asking.

Responsibility gravitates toward him like metal to a magnet.

 He doesn’t volunteer; he just ends up holding things because no one else will.

And the universe loves people like Joseph.

 Not in the “reward them” way. More in the “pile more weight on them until they crack like a pretzel stick” way.

Joseph doesn’t get visions or angelic pep talks.

 He gets anxiety, construction deadlines, and the sudden realization that the woman he loves is carrying something that will redraw the entire universe.

 Meanwhile, he’s expected to just… deal with it.

 Calmly.

 Supportively.

 Heroically.

 Like he hasn’t been awake since 3 a.m. doing mental math about how he became the stepfather of God.

What’s wild is that Joseph never asked for any of this.

 He wasn’t hunting destiny.

 He wasn’t trying to be chosen.

 He was just trying to build a house, marry the girl, and keep life simple. Which is exactly why he gets dragged into the cosmic deep end.

That’s the quiet message buried in his story:

 The world doesn’t fall apart because you weren’t responsible enough.

 It falls apart because you’re human, and being human was never the problem.

Joseph doesn’t save the world.

 He just shows up, terrified, confused, and completely unprepared.

 And somehow, that’s enough.