Sometimes I wonder what my social life would look like without Caleb and Daniel.
- we all went to the new Target on Moreland Ave.
- we met up at the neighborhood Happy Hour at Murrell's restaurant
- Caleb and I took a walk up to 10th St. and back, visiting Outwrite
- we all took the bus up to Alon's bakery and had breakfast
- Caleb and I went biking for around 2 hours
- we all took the train to East Point and went to Oz Pizza
- all of us hung out at my place watching TV
- Caleb and I are going to the Easter service at Sacred Heart.
It's Sunday, it's pouring, I've got Sinead O'Connor blasting and surprise, surprise, I feel rather depressed, complete with the start of a headache. Got all those "voices" in my head saying really mean, negative stuff about me and life in general. I've been trying to overcome it all by cleaning the house, which is completely contrary to my impulses, and so far I'm about 3/4 done.
On the sunny side of the street (well, sort of) this morning Caleb and I went to Easter services at Sacred Heart. Despite the fact I have not one iota of faith or belief in the basic Christian doctrines (resurrection, everlasting life, sin, immaculate conception, etc.) and also find the Roman Catholic church creepy and intolerant, I actually enjoyed the services. As usual, I found the mass rituals fascinating, spent time studying the architecture, liked all the singing and the prayers, especially when everybody says "trespasses" at the same time, sounding like some huge hundred-headed serpent :) A few times during the service I wondered if it was disrespectful for somebody like that to even be there, but seeing as I have my own faith and try and do good in the world (that is what I learned from my upbringing in a church), I figured God or whatever would understand. I probably won't be in a church again 'til Christmas. I'll worship other things and do rituals but none of it will have to do with a guy dying on a cross.