Yeah, I spent probably 50% of my pre-college days in church (And look how much good it did!), who knows how many gallons of that stuff I've had in my life. It is standard at all parlor functions, anniversaries, etc.
That's awesome. My parents and I would go down there for fruit every now and then when we lived in SA.
Yeah, I spent probably 50% of my pre-college days in church (And look how much good it did!), who knows how many gallons of that stuff I've had in my life. It is standard at all parlor functions, anniversaries, etc.
I stopped going to church in October of my senior year of HS.
That explains why I've never had it.
I would have stopped going at the beginning of high school if it weren't for Reverend Mom. PKs are fun people!
My thing was that I got too jaded with my religion to keep going, but I still consider myself Catholic.
Me too.
Jaded with Catholicism? Surely you jest!
I kid ... sort of. I have enough of a background in religion to still be pretty intrigued with it, and it's been a major part of my studies, and some of my readings on Catholicism have been enough to irritate me. But this is coming from someone who is Methodist by baptism and indoctrinated with the "Open Doors. Open Hearts." motto. Catholicism is depressingly exclusive at times.
I was born and raised Catholic and pretty much ignore what others say about Catholicism. I've learned to leave well alone. I've been to other denominations but just don't get it so I'd rather not comment.
That and I'd be spending months in confession.
Oh I don't really "get" any of it. The Methodist denomination (that in which my mother is ordained) has the "Open Doors. Open Hearts." policy, yet I have had countless arguments with her over things like sexuality and gay marriage. I don't pretend to understand the church, which is why I don't attend or he.
Confession is so funny to me. I kind of wish sometimes that I could go and confess and hear what my sins were worth.
I do Catholicism my own way. I try to act as Christ would, and, admittedly, most of the time I fail abysmally. But I like to think that the fact that A) I try and B) Admit to failing counts for something. Somehow, I don't think that I'll be judged badly because I'm bisexual. Like I ask Christian fundamentalists, will God punish me for loving, or them for hating? But my family's mostly Catholic, so I'm not coming out to them unless it's during a family argument at Christmas...which would coincide with me starting to drink.
Oh, family gatherings are so much more fun since I introduced alcohol back into that equation. Somehow I've made it acceptable for a bottle of wine to be opened at dinner (my family was previously ridiculously sober 100% of the time), and everyone is a whole lot nicer and more compassionate. Though admittedly, most of the time they think you're kidding ...
Bleh. The reason the two would coincide would be because of my desire to forget as much of it as I could.
I'm thirsty. Too lazy to move.
Bad combo.
Should we notify Kori of impending dehydration?
Now that is an idea.
I wonder if anyone has died from dehydration out of pure laziness. Now that would be a story.
"Did you hear about Bobby?"
"No, what happened?"
"He died of dehydration?"
"What?!?! Did he get trapped in a deserted area? Was he lost at sea?"
"No, he just didn't get up and go get a drink."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
There should be a contest to see who can die of dehydration first.
. Save the religion talk for when I'm drunk. assholes.
Never!
try the corner. i heard that works wonders
English. Do you speak it?
"shut the up, Donny!!!!!!!!!"
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