A rare semi-personal update. I’m back home and went to church with my parents on Christmas Eve. My mother being the devout Catholic woman she is suggested that I go to confession so I can receive Christ’s Body.
If anything describes my apathy better than my response, I don’t know what it is.

Mom: “You should go to confession.”
Me: “I’m good, bro.”

The informal, nonchalant, complete apathy for it. I’m sorry Baby Jesus, I’ve forsaken you.