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I told myself I wouldn’t post here again after my last thread which apparently made me come across like a full-blown psycho instead of someone uttering nonsensical things due to a quick bout of depression.
Regardless, I’m back.
This past week I gave up reading strictly theological books so I could hopefully finish reading through the Harry Potter series one last time with the release of the final installment. Plus, I figured, it’s time for a much needed rest from stressing myself - something I’ve done lately, worrying I’m not reading enough theology!
Harry Potter isn’t the problem, though. [Nothing should be…honestly.] But I went to Best Buy this past Wednesday and bought some music by Jimmy Buffett. I used to own some CDs by Mr. Buffett not to awfully long ago, fell in love with it, but something about his music seems completely incompatible with my Catholicism - so I gave away those CDs. This past Wednesday, though, I recalled how much I liked his music - how much fun it truly is - and I bought 4 CDs on a whim.
When I owned those other CDs back in the day, I found myself wanting to go to a Buffett concert, to be a Parrothead, and to enjoy myself tailgatin’, dancin’ and drinkin’. That part seems even more incompatible than the music itself, which more or less advocates that particular lifestyle.
I don’t trust myself, though, you see? I’ve discovered in the past couple of months that I’m especially susceptible to peer pressure. I find that I SO BADLY want to fit in somewhere, with some people, that most weekends - like last weekend - I end up so utterly depressed I don’t know what to do. It’s not that I don’t have friends - because I several - but it’s like I don’t belong no matter who I’m with. My practicing Catholic friends are far too puritanical for me, not even having a few drinks; my other friends, who are practicing Catholics, are kind of ritzy and cultured and I’m far more laid back than that; the guys who I work with are, put nicely, vulgar and typical men…however, I’m far too puritanical for them.
I wander alone, then, it seems. I go to Mass at least 4-5 times a week, but I don’t even feel like the Church is there for me. I drift in and out of Mass sometimes without anyone speaking to me. And this why the Jimmy Buffett socialite experience seems like something which even Jesus cannot offer me. I have the opportunity to attend a Buffett show at Madison Square Garden at the end of September where I could tailgate, dance and drink and forget about my loneliness for awhile…
…but I’ve passed that opportunity up because I can’t risk falling into sin, like I know I would do. And I won’t say I’m entirely happy about it, either.
Loneliness is my cross. I’ve learned that. But I’m alone, I truly feel like I have nobody, and it hurts.
This doesn’t mean I would do anything rash or illogical, because I know better and I trust myself in that regard. Life just really sucks right now.
Regardless, I’m back.
This past week I gave up reading strictly theological books so I could hopefully finish reading through the Harry Potter series one last time with the release of the final installment. Plus, I figured, it’s time for a much needed rest from stressing myself - something I’ve done lately, worrying I’m not reading enough theology!
Harry Potter isn’t the problem, though. [Nothing should be…honestly.] But I went to Best Buy this past Wednesday and bought some music by Jimmy Buffett. I used to own some CDs by Mr. Buffett not to awfully long ago, fell in love with it, but something about his music seems completely incompatible with my Catholicism - so I gave away those CDs. This past Wednesday, though, I recalled how much I liked his music - how much fun it truly is - and I bought 4 CDs on a whim.
When I owned those other CDs back in the day, I found myself wanting to go to a Buffett concert, to be a Parrothead, and to enjoy myself tailgatin’, dancin’ and drinkin’. That part seems even more incompatible than the music itself, which more or less advocates that particular lifestyle.
I don’t trust myself, though, you see? I’ve discovered in the past couple of months that I’m especially susceptible to peer pressure. I find that I SO BADLY want to fit in somewhere, with some people, that most weekends - like last weekend - I end up so utterly depressed I don’t know what to do. It’s not that I don’t have friends - because I several - but it’s like I don’t belong no matter who I’m with. My practicing Catholic friends are far too puritanical for me, not even having a few drinks; my other friends, who are practicing Catholics, are kind of ritzy and cultured and I’m far more laid back than that; the guys who I work with are, put nicely, vulgar and typical men…however, I’m far too puritanical for them.
I wander alone, then, it seems. I go to Mass at least 4-5 times a week, but I don’t even feel like the Church is there for me. I drift in and out of Mass sometimes without anyone speaking to me. And this why the Jimmy Buffett socialite experience seems like something which even Jesus cannot offer me. I have the opportunity to attend a Buffett show at Madison Square Garden at the end of September where I could tailgate, dance and drink and forget about my loneliness for awhile…
…but I’ve passed that opportunity up because I can’t risk falling into sin, like I know I would do. And I won’t say I’m entirely happy about it, either.
Loneliness is my cross. I’ve learned that. But I’m alone, I truly feel like I have nobody, and it hurts.