@BorisKitten,
BorisKitten wrote:
Quote:I do get extremely aggravated at excesses of religiosity, having once been a poster child for it.
You once had an "excess of religiosity?" Did I misunderstand here?
Oh, tell us!
I'll try to put this in short form (I've written about it at length here before).
- I was a shy only child in a very religious catholic family; went to catholic grammar school and girls' high school from the mid forties to the late fifties. Heavy involvement in novenas, masses, retreats, yadda yadda yadda.
- my father was involved in the making of motion pictures and radio programs with catholic content
- we often had missionaries for dinner at our house - they sat at our dinner table ; )
- I did believe it all, as a package - thus part of a later bunch of sheer rage
- I was recruited to be a nun when I was seventeen, which I didn't really want to do but was told I had a vocation. Hmm? Well, I did think I should be single as women doctors would have a conflict having a family too, or so I heard. Not that any women got into med school back then, very very few until the civil rights act.
- I never did get past signing up, and getting a list of things I'd need, like certain shoes - didn't enter the convent, since I had a crush on a guy that summer and just said no.
- it took me another five years to fully work my way out of the catholic church, via the questioning of some theology and then the 'whole ball of wax' route.
- once I didn't believe, that was it. But with decades having passed, the rage is gone in that I'm not against other people having religious and spiritual joys and concerns, assuming they leave me out of it.
I can finally go in a church again, for the architecture.