Katie Doyle, Girl About Town

Monday, Apr. 05, 2004 - 5:36 a.m.

You know what's weird? Most people don't chastise me for my religious beliefs, either for being too relaxed or for being uptight, which personally, I don't think they are. My beliefs. Most people just go "oh" if they ask me what I think or what my religion is and I tell them. (Lutheran) That's probably because most people who ask aren't judgemental asses like this one guy at work who told another, Jewish guy at work last week that he's going to hell for being Jewish, and because I'm not a judgemental ass either. The almighty power is the only one who really knows what's going on, and last time I checked, He wasn't walking around working in reality television, so I'm pretty sure at least the people in reality tv are completely unqualified to judge, and I'm willing to bet my life NO ONE in politics is qualified, either. But give something up for Lent, and suddenly everyone in the world wants to know why and questions your motives when you explain them.

I have had more religious discussions in the last 30-some-odd days than the sum total heretofore over my entire life. All because I'm not eating Hostess. Or cookies. Or cheesecake, chocolate, or ice cream. Basically I left myself hard candy. Which those who know me well know I almost never touch, and even those who don't know me all that well know I am a big fan of the chocolate and the cookie and the Hostess, so you can imagine the havoc wreaked on Friday when I passed up the grand opening of the new Mrs. Fields out in the food court of my workplace.

I think it was one of the 7 signs of the apocalypse, but I could be wrong.

Anyway, I gave up all this good stuff for Lent, and now that I have 1 measely week left to go, suddenly all these people are coming out of the woodwork to get me to eat all the stuff I gave up. It's bizarre. And I don't need 'em buggin' me, 'cause believe me, this last week is even harder than the 1st one was, AND all the weeks of fricking in-my-face-every-day Girl Scout cookies (can you say Thin Mints?), and I am livin' for next Monday, when I will be paying Mrs. Fields a visit which will live in infamy. Seriously. Those employees'll be talkin' about that for years to come. So all you people buggin' the fuck out of me because it's absolutely incomprehensible to you why I, or apparently anyone else, would give up stuff for Lent, here's the deal.

It's not about whether or not you think I should. It's not about whether or not you understand why I did. It's not about whether or not you approve of my behaviour. It's not about what you believe. I don't care whether or not you give something up or where your faith lies. It's about me and God and a man named Jesus, who got nailed up on a fucking cross to save my immortal soul. And I don't believe he did it for the abstract notion of all mankind. He did it for ME. He knew I was coming, and he loved me. He loved me so much he died for me in a really fucking horrendous way. So you know what? This year I decided to sacrifice something I love to say thank you. And I don't give a shit whether or not you think that rates something, and I don't give a shit whether or not it makes any sense to you. It's my fucking reason.

Now back off.

Peace out,
Katie

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