I used to go to church when I was little mainly because my mother made me. When I was older and had a choice I decided I was too trendy for the confines of organized religion and gave it up altogether.

Now I'm thinking otherwise. Maybe religion isn't that crazy fundamentalist brainwashing movement I have made it out to be. Sometimes I get very overwhelmed and feel no one understands. There's only so many times I can pour my feeling into the anonymous whirlpool of bloggers before I begin to feel like that wad of gum left on the pavement that's been trampled over so many times you can't tell what color it was in the first place. Sometimes I feel like the graffiti on a formerly pristine brick wall or the unneeded liquid that drips out of my car after I've run the air conditioner. Sometimes writing about it simply doesn't help and sometimes I'm scared I'll burn in hell if I don't quit the curse words because I believe in life after death. Sorry, God, for all those times I was mad at you when something undesirable happened to me.