i am going to hell anyway, right?
So I gave up self-abuse, bread, pasta, sugary soda, and contacting one person for Lent. I don't identify as Catholic nor anything approaching Catholic, yet I think the idea behind Lent is meaningful.
Sunday I found myself in a bit of an awkward situation. We were treating our nephew for his birthday and the restaurant we patronized had bread on every entree since it was a burger joint. I remembered Sundays are considered, and accepted as, cheat days for those abstaining during Lent so I took advantage and had a stupid brioche bun on my buffalo chicken sandwich.
If that's not all, I decided I would text someone. My conscience said, "If you don't hear back, did you really text that person?" Well they didn't text back, so I messaged them on the Facebooks. I doubt I'm going to hear back. Which is a shame since our last conversation was about spending time together much like old times. It's not the first time I attempted texting (before Lent) and it's just been radio silent.
Got no idea what's going on, I have my own existential anxieties to tackle than worry like a teenager about someone who gives every sign of not giving a fuck about me as a human being without saying "Screw off" outright. So I'm smoking weed in the dark as a coping strategy.
What I really wanted to share is that I'm going to grudgingly accept Sundays as cheat days. I will endeavor to maintain the fast even on Sundays, and I'm curious about contrition for even using Sunday as a cheat day and how to ask for forgiveness? Then again if god made me in eir image, then I'm doing what's expected and it's entirely cool. If that's true, then Charles Manson was made in eir image as well which makes things complicated.
Sunday I found myself in a bit of an awkward situation. We were treating our nephew for his birthday and the restaurant we patronized had bread on every entree since it was a burger joint. I remembered Sundays are considered, and accepted as, cheat days for those abstaining during Lent so I took advantage and had a stupid brioche bun on my buffalo chicken sandwich.
If that's not all, I decided I would text someone. My conscience said, "If you don't hear back, did you really text that person?" Well they didn't text back, so I messaged them on the Facebooks. I doubt I'm going to hear back. Which is a shame since our last conversation was about spending time together much like old times. It's not the first time I attempted texting (before Lent) and it's just been radio silent.
Got no idea what's going on, I have my own existential anxieties to tackle than worry like a teenager about someone who gives every sign of not giving a fuck about me as a human being without saying "Screw off" outright. So I'm smoking weed in the dark as a coping strategy.
What I really wanted to share is that I'm going to grudgingly accept Sundays as cheat days. I will endeavor to maintain the fast even on Sundays, and I'm curious about contrition for even using Sunday as a cheat day and how to ask for forgiveness? Then again if god made me in eir image, then I'm doing what's expected and it's entirely cool. If that's true, then Charles Manson was made in eir image as well which makes things complicated.