I’m Catholic. When I was a kid I had to go to confessional and like most Catholic kids we just made shit up cause I mean come on, no kid is keeping tally of all the stuff they’ve done. So we’d just lie to the priest and try to one up each other with “stuff we did”. The priest never told our parents or teachers.
one of my friends made up a wild story about encasing his sisters pet hamster in concrete after she found his porn stash and told his parents. He didn’t have a sister, he didn’t even have a pet hamster.
the one I remember I told was that I stole $100 from my moms purse and used it to buy pogs and cigarettes and beer. I was 10.
I’m not Catholic, but the confession is one of those things that, if done right, might actually be very valuable. The ability to talk to someone about the bad stuff you did, get it off your chest, get some sort of closure so you can let it go, without any risk of getting ratted out to the authorities, could be very good for your mental health, I imagine.
And if everybody does it, there’s no stigma attached to it. So if you go and have nothing to say, you go to cover for the people who do have something.
Though modern therapy can serve the same role, of course.
I’m Catholic. When I was a kid I had to go to confessional and like most Catholic kids we just made shit up cause I mean come on, no kid is keeping tally of all the stuff they’ve done. So we’d just lie to the priest and try to one up each other with “stuff we did”. The priest never told our parents or teachers.
What’s the most unhinged confession you and your friends did?
one of my friends made up a wild story about encasing his sisters pet hamster in concrete after she found his porn stash and told his parents. He didn’t have a sister, he didn’t even have a pet hamster.
the one I remember I told was that I stole $100 from my moms purse and used it to buy pogs and cigarettes and beer. I was 10.
That’s hilarious! I don’t know how the priest is able to keep a straight face as the confessions keep getting wilder and wilder!
And it was always “three Hail Marys and a Glory Be” and you’re golden. What a weird ritual.
I’m not Catholic, but the confession is one of those things that, if done right, might actually be very valuable. The ability to talk to someone about the bad stuff you did, get it off your chest, get some sort of closure so you can let it go, without any risk of getting ratted out to the authorities, could be very good for your mental health, I imagine.
And if everybody does it, there’s no stigma attached to it. So if you go and have nothing to say, you go to cover for the people who do have something.
Though modern therapy can serve the same role, of course.