So it’s Lent, Apparently

I discovered that it is Lent not because I am a good Catholic, but because I was eavesdropping on a conversation in my cube farm. Then a light bulb went off and I remembered reading something about Ash Wednesday in a music blog. Right.

My first reaction was not to feel guilty for my forgetfulness or ponder if I have eaten meat today, but instead text my father and lecture him for not reminding me that it was Lent. He’s knows I haven’t gone to church since Christmas, this totally has to be his fault.

Luckily I have only missed two days. Now enters the question, what am I going to give up? I don’t know why I put so much thought into this, honestly. For Christians Lent is very comparable to a New Years Resolution. Good intentions are always followed by not a lot of follow through. This post is getting a little anti-semantic, I fear lightening strike.

I refuse to give up sweets because I think that is too main-stream. I really don’t drink a lot of soda so that is out. I could “do” something like strive to attend Church each Sunday, but I believe I tried that last year and it ended up a joke. Hungover Sundays are bound to be in my future for the next few months; therefore, I am not even going to attempt that one again.

I don’t know if anyone else feels like this but I always look to do something similar to the “giving up sweets” fad since it will in turn help me. Then I feel guilty for doing that because that is not really what Lent is supposed to be about.

A “Friends” episode comes to mind wherein Pheobe is trying to do good things for other people that don’t in turn make her “look good.” But it doesn’t work. Because if you think about it, doing good deeds always makes you look good. God? It’s me DW. Lent is stressing me out.