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the woods are beautiful please come see
who is saint bro and why are they determined to Kill Me
Little Saint
Wait do people actually perceive my blog do I need to funnier
I hope my scent of sanctity is sugar cookie. Myrrh is super over rated.
Sometimes I think I'm a coward but then I remember when I was in the 8th grade being forced to make the Catholic sacrament of confirmation (adulthood in the congregation.... In the 8th grade. At least that's how it was explained to me.) and we had to pick a patron saint to embody and strive to be like. I then got up in front of all the adults who had spent every Sunday of my childhood telling me I was a bad child and going to hell for asking what were fairly reasonable questions about the scripture, and quoteing Jesus in ways they didn't like, adults that said that when I felt sad enough to think of death it was my fault for not having enough faith, adults that encouraged silence and obedience and laughed when I cried; and told them I was choosing Joan de' Arc. They all nodded approvingly, after all Joan was wholely pious and faithful to the end, under war and torture, rape, and finally the pyer. Perhaps they thought I had finally seen the sense in un questioning faith. And then the deacon asked me what kinship I felt with her, and I looked him dead in the eyes and said "she was betrayed by the church that professed to love her." Anyway, who else has a normal relationship with the religion they were raised in?