i am such a fallen catholic
yes, I actually did google the words: "did jesus say don't eat meat on fridays?"
oh yeah. catholic guilt dies hard. very hard.
after all these years, you'd think i would have shaken the guilt out of my system.
guilt is sticky.
i think back to a good friday from my high school days, my best friend and i meeting up with two guys from our class at a local fast food joint. halfway into lunch, up to elbows in grease, we look at each other and suddenly realize:
crap. it's good friday. all four of us are catholic. and here we are, feasting on burgers and fries.
having already lost a scapula at age 6 (all you good catholics out there know what a scapula is), i had long since decided my chance at heaven was long gone ---- but i might still have a shot at purgatory. if i was lucky. but no matter - even with beating my chest countless times after confession, saying endless hail mary's and our fathers, i knew i sucked at being catholic.
|me at left, pissed off at something. and wearing my red shoes, dammit.|
so i had egg salad for lunch.
but for dinner? the struggle between the dogma of my childhood domestication and a desire for a sense of spiritual balance continues.
and as one would ask themselves - what would jesus do? one can also ask:
what would goddess suggest?