Stopped at my grandmothers house to deliver her some groceries in the morning, and control freak that she is, she took the opportunity to force me to attend a catholic mass. I haven't been at a mass since Bergoglio got elected pope back in 2013. If this had happened back then I would roll out Kantian arguments against religion, but I was long out of my fedora phase, so I played along.
The event attracted a considerable crowd, the lock down was technically still in place, but the right wing government made religious gatherings an exception. When I was walking towards the church I expected old people everywhere. It should be boring, I thought, I'd please grandma and with my conscience relieved I would be wanking in my headquaters again in no time. But I was in for a surprise.
About 1/4 of the crowd were young people, the vast majority among them them young girls aged between 16/23. My brains refused to even process the scene which on the surface looked like some alt-righters wet dream come true. There was a absence of fakeups, fat rolls and dyed hair. "Whas /pol/ right again," I muttered to myself as I lagged behind grandma. My generation was busy watching south park, pissing of their parents by getting tats, and listening to satanic metal. Who were these sirens offering pilgrims home made peach cookies, with innocent smiles on their faces devoid of any teen edgelordism?
Never I imagined that a generation that would come 50 years after Boomers discovered all sorts of new age kinks, 30 years after Xers replaced Christ with Nirvana, and 10 years after millenials became the most irreligious generation, girls in summer dresses wearing flip flops would be attending mass with their parents, listening to alpine folk music.
I attended mass, but my head was full of sin the whole time. Profane perhaps, but beyond my control as I was on a nofap binge. Our Father had tourettes as he was twitching the whole time and instead of holy water there was a blessed disinfectant. When I exited the church a girl of some jesus freak youth group gave me a brochure of their organization.
Should I join?
The event attracted a considerable crowd, the lock down was technically still in place, but the right wing government made religious gatherings an exception. When I was walking towards the church I expected old people everywhere. It should be boring, I thought, I'd please grandma and with my conscience relieved I would be wanking in my headquaters again in no time. But I was in for a surprise.
About 1/4 of the crowd were young people, the vast majority among them them young girls aged between 16/23. My brains refused to even process the scene which on the surface looked like some alt-righters wet dream come true. There was a absence of fakeups, fat rolls and dyed hair. "Whas /pol/ right again," I muttered to myself as I lagged behind grandma. My generation was busy watching south park, pissing of their parents by getting tats, and listening to satanic metal. Who were these sirens offering pilgrims home made peach cookies, with innocent smiles on their faces devoid of any teen edgelordism?
Never I imagined that a generation that would come 50 years after Boomers discovered all sorts of new age kinks, 30 years after Xers replaced Christ with Nirvana, and 10 years after millenials became the most irreligious generation, girls in summer dresses wearing flip flops would be attending mass with their parents, listening to alpine folk music.
I attended mass, but my head was full of sin the whole time. Profane perhaps, but beyond my control as I was on a nofap binge. Our Father had tourettes as he was twitching the whole time and instead of holy water there was a blessed disinfectant. When I exited the church a girl of some jesus freak youth group gave me a brochure of their organization.
Should I join?
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