Losing My Religion... Again.

If you can’t run and you can’t hide and you've got nothing to fight it with, just sit there and stare at it.

I was born a Catholic. Yes a righteous, shut-your-mouth, Catholic. The whole family is. You don’t expect my parents to reject the tradition do you?

Growing up I was thought it was for the best, there was nothing more. How long do you suppose that would last? Adventure and excitement was in my blood. Not to mention the mass of reading material we have in our house.

Most Catholics know, and less of them would affirm the truth... were boring. Most religions, especially the new age ones, are far more interesting. Take paganism for example, it's exotic; it has the words blood and sacrifice chiseled into its very existences. Wildness infused to its soul. Now how could you just beat that?

A friend said it would be better if we just didn’t have religion. I told him it's like not having laws or government. Everyone would be raving lunatics eating their own young.

Religion is just one of those factors in life that serves to complicate matters instead of simplifying them. It’s just a confusing slur, one great big slushie of thoughts and old philosophies that make you want to hurl, one that you can’t live without unfortunately. Everyone got to believe in something, even if that something walks on two legs or floats around.

It’s all confusing really. I don’t do well when I’m confused. I usually go around drinking till my liver bursts or some blinding light shines on my face bringing messages from God... or maybe it's just a truck hurtling towards me.

I would much rather be agnostic really. Unfortunately I can’t do that while my parents are around. I'd never hear the end of it, or it'll probably be the end of me. Events may happen, possibly in that order. I’ll just probably wait this battle out plus my brain is starting to hurt. Jenny, walk me to the medicine cabinet, quickly.