I’m sitting here in front of the computer feeling dejected. How did this happen? Probably being confined to bed rest for the past four days hasn’t helped.
But what about the nice family dinner we had tonight? There we go. It’s balanced out now.
No, wait. the picture-perfect Catholic families who I unfriended on Facebook. It’s their fault, attending every parish function in their Sunday finest; praying the Rosary out loud on the living room floor every. Single. Night.
What I wouldn’t give to have a Catholic wife. One that wouldn’t dismiss images of the crucifix with the wave of a hand: I just don’t understand that, she utters, passing my bloody and pathetic God on the cross. How gross. They should ban those things.
The kids were “christened” in a Shinto shrine. They cannot go through catechism classes at my parish because it’s “too weird.”
Picture-perfect Catholic families: Count your blessings.
Picture-perfect single Catholics: Don’t you dare marry anyone other than a faithful Catholic.
Lukewarm pew-warmers who show up for cultural reasons: Get your heads out of your rectal cavities and get with the program. There’s more. Lots more.
Don’t end up like Topaz: carrying a full-grown paralyzed woman on my back while trying to survive The Hunger Games. (You’re comparing your wife to a paralyzed deadweight? That’s not very Catholic.)
Shut up and go back inside your glass house.
Oh, back to my introduction.
What about the Xanax I took to make me feel
alive like living? That went straight out the window as soon as you caught hell for giving the kids an after-dinner snack. I hate it when she stares me down.
I put up with seven years of people staring me down in that giant Pachinko hall they call Tokyo.
Husbands, don’t yell at your wife and kids to hurry up in the morning as you’re all getting ready for church. Wives, don’t nag at your husbands for taking too long to get ready for church in the morning.
Just be thankful that you share the same faith. The same religion.
And count your lucky stars that you’re not trying to live out that God-awful “Coexist” bumper sticker.