.. was horrendous. For starters, I forgot my chapstick before I left. Anyone who has talked to me for more than five minutes knows that I need my chapstick. I'm addicted to the stuff. So not only was I locked in a building with a bunch of Catholics, but my fucking lips were cracking. Yeah, you try listening to people talk about Jesus while your lips burn. Then you understand my agony.
I will, however, acknowledge the fact that everyone else respected my atheism, so I have to give them props. I respected their religion and they respected my lack there of. There was also a guy, Michal, from Slovakia and a guy, Máté, from Hungary. Máté and I became great friends [I mean, who doesn't want to be friends with a dude from fucking Hungary?!]. In fact, he agreed to marry me, sort of. I'm really not sure where we ended up with that one. Sorry Matt. Also, I had a conversation with a nun... with a nun.... about gay rights. And she agreed with me. A nun. Stick that in your juice box and suck it, Turnoversky.
I definitely did not get any renewed sense of faith or any life changing visions of god. I'm still content in my atheism and I still think Catholics are a bunch of hypocrites. I did, however, enjoy not having my phone and having the opportunity to play Ultimate Frisbee outside. I've missed the grass.
Oh, and I got my chapstick when I got home. So we're all good.
The name is Nik.
"Then, all of a sudden, something very spooky started happening. Every time I came to the end of a block and stepped off the goddam curb, I had this feeling that I’d never get to the other side of the street. I thought I’d just go down, down, down, and nobody’d ever see me again."
-Holden Caulfield, The Catcher in the Rye
.. was horrendous. For starters, I forgot my chapstick before I left. Anyone who has talked to me for more than five minutes knows that I need my chapstick. I'm addicted to the stuff. So not only was I locked in a building with a bunch of Catholics, but my fucking lips were cracking. Yeah, you try listening to people talk about Jesus while your lips burn. Then you understand my agony.
I will, however, acknowledge the fact that everyone else respected my atheism, so I have to give them props. I respected their religion and they respected my lack there of. There was also a guy, Michal, from Slovakia and a guy, Máté, from Hungary. Máté and I became great friends [I mean, who doesn't want to be friends with a dude from fucking Hungary?!]. In fact, he agreed to marry me, sort of. I'm really not sure where we ended up with that one. Sorry Matt. Also, I had a conversation with a nun... with a nun.... about gay rights. And she agreed with me. A nun. Stick that in your juice box and suck it, Turnoversky.
I definitely did not get any renewed sense of faith or any life changing visions of god. I'm still content in my atheism and I still think Catholics are a bunch of hypocrites. I did, however, enjoy not having my phone and having the opportunity to play Ultimate Frisbee outside. I've missed the grass.
Oh, and I got my chapstick when I got home. So we're all good.
