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I was having a little argument with myself while I was making dinner tonight. At Christmas a friend of Momma D's lit a candle for me at the La Sallete Shrine, which is nice of her. I suppose. Doesn't really mean anything to me since I'm not religious nor do I pray nor do I think that praying does anything but make the prayer feel better...and that's fine if it's your thing. This isn't entirely my problem.
First of all, I'm not particularly fond of the Catholics. Don't like their stance on gay rights and womens' rights and being that I am both, well, you get the picture. I also find myself rather irate over the child abuse that the boys' club that is the Catholic church has covered up over the years...and then blamed on the gays! So now I'm torn because it was a nice thing for this person to do and I'm thinking it kinda makes me a douche to think these thoughts, but it's not like I said it right to her face or anything. When Momma D told me I just kinda smirked...because if you can't occasionally be a douche around your close relatives whom can you be a douche around, I ask.
Which brings me to my second problem. Being as the situation is not quite dire at the moment, I'm not being so advertisey about this cancer thing. I didn't announce it on Facebook or anything like so many people like to do these days with their personal medical conditions. [Tangent Time!] I mean, great you're in labor, but I don't need to know that the baby is 3/4 of the way out of your vadge. I'm sorry you're sick, but we didn't need to know the consistency of your poop or that your kids won't stop barfing. Put the smartphones down, people! Y'all get what I'm saying, so I digress. Apparently a mutual friend of this Candle Lady and Momma D told her about my sitch. I don't know the Candle Lady (I do know the lady who told her). I've heard stories about Candle Lady. I'm sure she's a very nice Candle Lady, she lit a candle for me after all, but I'm not crazy about the fact that people I don't know are possibly being told this thing about me. Who the hell else knows?! I would prefer to disseminate this information on my own or at least give my permission first, please.
Thank You,
Douchey McDouche
P.S.
Not the irony here as my public posts from LJ are posted to my Facebook wall and that I have in fact just announced my personal medical condition to everybody on my flist. I promise I won't go into specifics, peeps.
First of all, I'm not particularly fond of the Catholics. Don't like their stance on gay rights and womens' rights and being that I am both, well, you get the picture. I also find myself rather irate over the child abuse that the boys' club that is the Catholic church has covered up over the years...and then blamed on the gays! So now I'm torn because it was a nice thing for this person to do and I'm thinking it kinda makes me a douche to think these thoughts, but it's not like I said it right to her face or anything. When Momma D told me I just kinda smirked...because if you can't occasionally be a douche around your close relatives whom can you be a douche around, I ask.
Which brings me to my second problem. Being as the situation is not quite dire at the moment, I'm not being so advertisey about this cancer thing. I didn't announce it on Facebook or anything like so many people like to do these days with their personal medical conditions. [Tangent Time!] I mean, great you're in labor, but I don't need to know that the baby is 3/4 of the way out of your vadge. I'm sorry you're sick, but we didn't need to know the consistency of your poop or that your kids won't stop barfing. Put the smartphones down, people! Y'all get what I'm saying, so I digress. Apparently a mutual friend of this Candle Lady and Momma D told her about my sitch. I don't know the Candle Lady (I do know the lady who told her). I've heard stories about Candle Lady. I'm sure she's a very nice Candle Lady, she lit a candle for me after all, but I'm not crazy about the fact that people I don't know are possibly being told this thing about me. Who the hell else knows?! I would prefer to disseminate this information on my own or at least give my permission first, please.
Thank You,
Douchey McDouche
P.S.
Not the irony here as my public posts from LJ are posted to my Facebook wall and that I have in fact just announced my personal medical condition to everybody on my flist. I promise I won't go into specifics, peeps.