Ritual and tradition nearly killed my relationsip with God. What pulled me through was a period of recovering from the Catholic church and the ability to seek things out on my own. Like any child, i could only take what was fed to me for so long before i wanted to feed myself. My beef with Catholicism is that some people are telling me what's right and wrong, when most of them are in no position to do so. I started questioning my catholic upbringings around the time of my first confession. I confessed several times after that, and every time i wondered what they were basing this garbage on. They told me how many hail mary's and how many our father's i had to say in order for my sins to be forgiven. Then, in the next breath, they'd tell me how if i prayed to God about my sins and was genuinely sorry, i would be forgiven. So at that point, i figured "hey. this relationship has a few too many people in it. Shouldn't my relationship with God be a me and God sort of thing?" so i cut out the middle man. I think if you get stuck in any routine for a long enough time, you're going to go through a period of mid-life crisis. Turns out, the Catholic church is quite a bit more routine-ish than most. Anyway. Enough of me. you kids take care.
Baby, you know if you’re not beautiful /Just cover it up /With make-up kits and perforated scalpel seams,/ We’ll do you right up/ I’m so obsessed with looking like celebrities/ Make myself throw up /But it’s all right cause one day I know I’ll be fine/ like everyone else.