So.. Lent has officially started and I honestly don't care that much. But since I am (supposedly) Christian and I've suffered the itchiness caused by bearing an ash cross on my forehead for a whole day, I felt obliged to at least post something about Lent. And here it is.
Today is Ash Wednesday. It's a Wednesday.. and it's the start of Lent.. and they put an ash cross on your forehead on this day to remind you that you came from ashes and to ashes you will return or something that sounds like that.
The ash cross is very itchy. Sometimes, you forget about its presence and absent-mindedly scratch the itchy spot so that when you look down to see black stuff beneath your nails, you panic and hurriedly look for a mirror to check if your cross still looks like a cross.
Okay that was pretty bad. Sorry God. I'm just losing my faith in the Church because of Rizal. After reading his book (Noli Me Tangere), I'm starting to see all religious traditions as scams that help make fat, perverted friars, if possible, even fatter and more perverted.
I'd like to say that I'm giving up internet for Lent... but I'm not that pretentious. It ain't happening, no. And come on. Forty days with no internet. That's like 40 days of existence. 40 days of just existing. Not thinking. Not feeling, not living. And a lot of other nots.
I really should be sleeping right now. I should've been sleeping 5 hours ago. So with this and a quick sorry to God--sorry, God--I end this lame Lent post.
Lesson for the day: Religious occasions are a nice way to avoid having to think of what to post.
OH HEY IGNORE THE DAY WHEN THIS WAS POSTED 'CAUSE 'YA KNOW. I TYPED THIS AT 2AM AND MY SENSE OF TIME WAS TERRIBLY OFF.