The Klutz with Car
Crashed my car, yes, again. After the insurance thing I went to church, yes church? why? I have no idea. It was wierd, as I have not set foot in to a church in probably 4 or 5 years, and that was for a weddin, so I don’t think it counts.
As I sat there, waiting for the father to disoccupy himself from talking about Jesus and Magic with a women in a wheelchair, I saw the porcelain figures I saw as a child, the Virgin Guadalupe, and somehow this church seemed so much bigger as a kid. “The Mythology of Catholicism” the man on the radio said “Most movies with that have religion in them ussually have catholocism, its just a very image based religion”. Imaged based it is. The Padre then spoke to me. Telling him how I felt out of synch he said that I needed some more god in my life, the same way that a scissor salesman would say you need more scissor in you’re life. I rolled my eyes, discretely. But then he gave me the God works in mysterious ways. Everytime I have a car crash I think I do learn something. A lesson not on that list is “Stop crashing you’re car”, but I get more creative, I couldn’t write if my life depended on it. But the I said wait, I know I’m lazy, Irresponsible and a fuck up for a long time now. But the father explained to me that thats just learning, and I won’t correct those mistakes tomorrow.That I was already progressing by recognizing my errors. I went home happy, thinking I had gotten good advice.
On coming home, I rembered that catholicism is a religion where when you commit a sin you confess, and you are saved.
Soo….Back at Zilch
