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Memory and Reunion
Oct. 22nd, 2005 11:44 amMy father's mother died 12 years ago.
As my father's side of the family is Catholic, that means there has to be a memorial service every year. This year's is today.
Now I'm not a big fan of church-going anyway. But it's worse in that church. I mean, the church itself is pretty. But the services are Boredom Come Alive. You know, when in Dogma Serendipity says that 'you people don't celebrate your faith; you mourn it'? That's the church she had in mind. And it's not as though they were just mourning because it's a memorial service - 'memorial' merely means that my grandmother's name is mentioned ONCE in the middle of the service and it's business as usual otherwise. Last year's memorial service? Was on Thanksgiving Sunday (i.e., the first Sunday in October). Thanksgiving is a nice holiday of which I'm ridiculously fond. Think they celebrated it? No. They mentioned the fact that it was Thanksgiving exactly once. The rest was all about Sin and Marriage and Adam and Eve and Don't Be Gay [In Either Sense Of The Word, Really].
Eru Allmighty.
I like Faith, I really do. I find religion(s) fascinating. I don't mind attending a service every once in a while. But this? Singing the songs at half the speed intended for them, droning away like automatons, and a priest who speaks as though he were re-playing a recording made 30 years ago by a 90-year-old man on valium and re-played daily ever since? Our Father in Heaven, we are the Borg. That's no service, that's a disservice, and I can't imagine God approves.
And then there are the people bitching about today's youth, who doesn't even know the Lord's Prayer by heart. Excuse me? I know the Lord's Prayer in FOUR languages. LEAVE ME ALONE.
Afterwards, I'll have to hurry to our class reunion. Nothing to make you feel old like a class reunion three and a half years after graduation. It's been a while since I saw most of the people there. With many of them, it hasn't been long enough.
... it might, nonetheless, be amusing. It might turn out dreadful, too, though.
Gnaaah.
Social skills is something that happens to other people.
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( Gedächtnis und Wiedersehen )
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As my father's side of the family is Catholic, that means there has to be a memorial service every year. This year's is today.
Now I'm not a big fan of church-going anyway. But it's worse in that church. I mean, the church itself is pretty. But the services are Boredom Come Alive. You know, when in Dogma Serendipity says that 'you people don't celebrate your faith; you mourn it'? That's the church she had in mind. And it's not as though they were just mourning because it's a memorial service - 'memorial' merely means that my grandmother's name is mentioned ONCE in the middle of the service and it's business as usual otherwise. Last year's memorial service? Was on Thanksgiving Sunday (i.e., the first Sunday in October). Thanksgiving is a nice holiday of which I'm ridiculously fond. Think they celebrated it? No. They mentioned the fact that it was Thanksgiving exactly once. The rest was all about Sin and Marriage and Adam and Eve and Don't Be Gay [In Either Sense Of The Word, Really].
Eru Allmighty.
I like Faith, I really do. I find religion(s) fascinating. I don't mind attending a service every once in a while. But this? Singing the songs at half the speed intended for them, droning away like automatons, and a priest who speaks as though he were re-playing a recording made 30 years ago by a 90-year-old man on valium and re-played daily ever since? Our Father in Heaven, we are the Borg. That's no service, that's a disservice, and I can't imagine God approves.
And then there are the people bitching about today's youth, who doesn't even know the Lord's Prayer by heart. Excuse me? I know the Lord's Prayer in FOUR languages. LEAVE ME ALONE.
Afterwards, I'll have to hurry to our class reunion. Nothing to make you feel old like a class reunion three and a half years after graduation. It's been a while since I saw most of the people there. With many of them, it hasn't been long enough.
... it might, nonetheless, be amusing. It might turn out dreadful, too, though.
Gnaaah.
Social skills is something that happens to other people.
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( Gedächtnis und Wiedersehen )
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