I sit in church and think. I go sometimes because my mother goes and she likes the idea of me being religious, even if it’s just an idea.
This place is so stiff and formal, it makes me wonder whether the people here just hate themselves for being horny every once in a while. I wonder what’s wrong with vulgarity.
Does church pull them towards living a more purified existence? Does it help answer the tough questions? Because that’s not what I see when I see a jealous, selfish man bow his head each week to accept the lord’s forgiveness.