Thanks a lot, Church. You Fucked Me Forever.

[MEATMAN]

My turn!

Regarding any actual sermons or whatever the hell they're called, I haven't set foot in a church since 1993. My mother just gave up because I made every attempt to not listen to what the senile old man up at the podium was trying to say. I smuggled books and Game Boys in my church jacket, I fell asleep during services, and I spared no opportunity to question everything the so-called 'Sunday school teacher' said.

You know, what George Carlin said was true: religion really IS uncomfortable when you try to introduce logic into the system. That fat bastard who led the 'class' kept trying to steer the subject away from anything that required rational thought.

I can see religion's effects in some of my neighbors: the mother of three kids, the oldest of which is 13, is very preachy and overprotective of anything and everything that threatens her ingrained mindset, including subjects regarding Harry Potter and those of violent games. The youngest, who is ten, has confided to me that he really does not like going to church, but his mother basically forces him to. It's not even limited to Sunday; on the week before Easter they went every night.

It's a sad world when you can't enjoy your childhood, even given the state of everything.