I go to
church for comfort. Because like, no matter what's changed in
my life, or how hectic and chaotic everything seems, mass is still
the same. Same responses, same standing, sitting, kneeling routine.
Everyone gathering for a common purpose; I hate the purpose. I am
not a practicing Catholic. I. Do. Not. "Believe." I
observe, and go through the motions for one constant variable in my
ever changing, ever illogical, ever fictional