stalling before that chem studying
So, this is random, and Lent was a couple weeks ago, but I thought I'd mention this.
Now, I'm not really a Catholic. I was confirmed and all that whoo-ha, but I don't believe in established religion. I like the free-floating version.
Anyway, there is still some residual stuff in me from my days of forced church-going like going to church on Easter and Christmas, praying before I eat, and so on, but the weirdest thing that I keep doing is Lent. I don't know if I do it to keep my Mom happy or if I actually believe in it, but I try to do it anyway. However, I'm such a hard-core carnivore that I usually forget and eat meat. When I realize what I've done, I'm immediately contrite and (like a good little Catholic) I feel all guilty.
This year, I remembered every Friday not to eat meat. It was probably because I volunteer at the hospital on Friday and my Mom reminded me, but I steadfastly held onto no-meat-eating-on-Fridays and remembered the rest of the day. I was really proud of myself. Then, I went away for spring break, and the last Friday before Easter: boom I eat more meat than ever. I mean, I REALLY broke Lent. Totally forgot. I had a chicken burrito for breakfast, then a chicken quesadilla, spicy chicken soft tacos, and rice and bean and chicken burritos for lunch. Ugh. I felt like awful. Guilt up the wazoo.
Brita said that I have a record to beat next Lent. *sigh*
SSDD
Now, I'm not really a Catholic. I was confirmed and all that whoo-ha, but I don't believe in established religion. I like the free-floating version.
Anyway, there is still some residual stuff in me from my days of forced church-going like going to church on Easter and Christmas, praying before I eat, and so on, but the weirdest thing that I keep doing is Lent. I don't know if I do it to keep my Mom happy or if I actually believe in it, but I try to do it anyway. However, I'm such a hard-core carnivore that I usually forget and eat meat. When I realize what I've done, I'm immediately contrite and (like a good little Catholic) I feel all guilty.
This year, I remembered every Friday not to eat meat. It was probably because I volunteer at the hospital on Friday and my Mom reminded me, but I steadfastly held onto no-meat-eating-on-Fridays and remembered the rest of the day. I was really proud of myself. Then, I went away for spring break, and the last Friday before Easter: boom I eat more meat than ever. I mean, I REALLY broke Lent. Totally forgot. I had a chicken burrito for breakfast, then a chicken quesadilla, spicy chicken soft tacos, and rice and bean and chicken burritos for lunch. Ugh. I felt like awful. Guilt up the wazoo.
Brita said that I have a record to beat next Lent. *sigh*
SSDD