Rule #2... Attend Choich

It's 10:14 on a sunday morning. The sun is bright outside my window; I can hear the birds chirping. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood... My house is quiet, its only live companion being myself. Everyone else in my family woke up early, got ready, etc. I on the other hand rolled out of bed, brushed my teeth, turned on my netbook and my cell phone, and then climbed back into bed to write to you, my precious blog. I see nothing wrong with that. My family does.

I'll not try to seem like I like going to church at all... ever... The only reason I go to church is to see friends. It's not that God isn't cool, but I just don't like being at church. I get nothing out of sitting and listening to people talk for an hour and a half. It's not like I actually listen when I go so why should I go?

The answer my family has given me: "Because it's the right thing to do." Right for who? Not me. And if I'm going to church just for the hell of it, what purpose is that truly solving? None at all.

Sorry for this... I felt the need to vent.