So my neighbor passed away on Sunday and she's lived next door to me my entire life. She would always have my house key copy when I forgot my own. Anywho, today was her funeral mass. For some reason I felt just numb. I felt unaffected by it all. The only time I teared up is when my mom mentioned my dad. It was strange. Oh and the Priest, hah. I started imagining his former life and that he was a closeted gay who ran to join the priesthood because he was super Catholic and could resist temptation. ...Or could he? (hello there little boy..) Then he was trying to be a stand up comedian. None of his jokes were funny in the least. He'd tell a little joke, chuckle, no one else would laugh, but then finally ZING! He had ONE funny one. But then I started thinking about how absurd religion is in general. Just all the stupid little readings the priest would do from the Bible. If any of them were true,
I'd have one thing to say: Jesus was a cocky sonuvabitch.
P.S. My first day at the Penn Environment job was also my last.