::Je t'adore::
Alright, so I went to that spine specialist on Tuesday. I now have to go to physical therapy three times a week for a couple weeks until I go see the spine surgeon he sent me to in order to figure out what I need to do from there. Idiopathic Scoliosis.. I'm lovin' it.
Anywho, I've realised the equation for religion...
Nylon plus sweat= the Catholic church.
And I'll tell ya why. When my grandma used to drag me to church with her as a little girl, she would always make me wear those damn uncomfortable nylons. And of course she could never put me in any comfortable shoes... or any that breathed for that matter.
In a nutshell, it's sad that I felt that the most important part of church was trying to doodle on the back of the songbooks with the donation pencils and wondering when I could get the hell out of there and get my feet out of those invasive shoes. And I'm sure that even though the shoes didn't breathe that I would have no sweating problem if the Catholic church service wasn't such a freakin workout. Stand up, sit down, kneel, stand up and sing, stand and "pray", sit down, shake hands and introduce yourself to old people that you wont see until the next time you visit your grandparents. It's a crock. And I'm not just saying that because I'm not religous. It's just that if I were, I think I would devote more of my time to practicing my faith than trying to make it look good.
Sheesh.