I just came back from midnight mass with my wife and house guests. This was my first time in a church in at least three years, and this time I was drunk and stoned. With all that time passed, and being in an altered state, oh man does church seem weird! Between the rituals, prayers, hymns of praise, incense, illustrations of the Prince or Peace being tortured and killed, virtue signaling, worshipping and people putting on their Christian faces, it all seemed alien to me. The mouth movements of the priest reminded me of a goldfish. Being a Catholic was a big part of my identity for the first 19 years of my life (and then I started having sex). And now I am living in a totally different part of the conceptual world. Some influences remain: treat other people they way you would like them to treat you; there is no growth without humility.
Seasons greetings everyone, whatever and however you celebrate. And if there are any MPAs who read this, thank you for your services!!!
Seasons greetings everyone, whatever and however you celebrate. And if there are any MPAs who read this, thank you for your services!!!