Sooo, I went to confession, today. Throught the day, I had no time to think about what I was going to say. What have I done wrong since last easter? First, you know, the obvious things came to mind: I lied, I cursed, I used God's name in vain and I was ungrateful and impatient with my parents. But I feel like those are things that I will say for the rest of my life. Those are things that just happen over and over again. I'll reduce cursing for a while or maybe I won't curse as much in total, but there will still be times when I'll lose it and let a curse word slip out of my mouth - so I'll have to confess that I cursed. Vicious cycle of life.
Anyways, I went home after classes, got ready and went to church with my mom. We were about 30 minutes early and a mass was still going on that I didn't feel like participating in, so we went back outside to wait and ponder. While trying to find some place where I could speak english to myself without getting werid germans to stare at me, as if I were from another planet (haven't you heard that it's the most international of the internetional languages, fools? it's the world-language and I shall be allowed to use it for communicating. Even, if it's just with myself and God. Moving on.), I found a pretty trail alongside a river, which I just proceeded to walk up and down, talking to God about my sins. In english. I found more and more things that I thought were worth mentioning in a confession. Things that I regret from last summer and college and whatever. Not important here. Anyways, as I was matching my feelings with the suitable words and phrases to build logical sentences with actual structures and coherrent sense, I ealized that "Woah, I'm in Germany! If I want to do this, I shall have to gather my thoughts in german, then!"
Well, that was more difficult than I thought. I asked my mom some of the expressions my brain was temporarily incapable of translating. One I remember was greed. However, I had my english thoughts in order and my german ones as well, went in the confession room and suddenly, all the german thoughts were gone. But this priest being german, obviously can't speak or understand english!
So, I sat there ahmm-ing and ummm-ing along, trying to express what I felt I needed to say.
Nevertheless, confession went over very well and that was the fist time I enjoyed doing it. This priest freaking baptised my mother and all her siblings. He's so nice and spontaneous. We were in a huge conference room with only one small candle on the table and after we started, he kept asking me, if it's too dark to read the prayers from the book and if he should turn on the lights. No chance, I loved the fact that he couldn't really see me. It made me feel safer, somehow.
Annnd this is the point where the moral should come, or some concluding thought.
Which I don't have.
Thanks for reading, commenting and whatever.
Sorry, that wasn't very insightful.
See you tomorrow, BEDA!
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