Posted by floatingbridge on November 20, 2011, at 11:15:20
In reply to Re: The biscuits or the shame, posted by Dinah on November 20, 2011, at 10:06:23
Yeah, Long Island Catholics did not seem particularly merry. My household of origin did not know the word merry, which is too bad because I think I have a great untapped talent for being merry.
A nice, dizzy Mardi Gras sounds wonderful. And I don't think confession is best for children unless there would be one specially fitted to their needs. We used to make stuff up. As preoccupied and guilt-ridden as I was with everything I did or did not do (that I think is guilt--it includes what one does not do) my mind would go snow-pure blank confronted with a confessional. Confesssion became mechanical. Just awful. More guilt heaped upon guilt. Or shame. The shame of failing confession. Of lying at confession but not meaning to, rather being compelled to, I imagine much like those biscuits, here I am, going blank, I am going blank, and now I am making things up even though I have truly done bad things and need confession more than ever, I am lying to the priest and I am burning with shame, and this priest knows I am lying, and so on. It is really quite like that fellow and the biscuits except there is no pleaseure in it. What a waste.
Being merry is a much better use of time :)
I dig a pony.
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