Don't even think about it, sister! |
If I were a comedian, I'd be using my
hand as a visor right now. “Where are my Catholics? The Catholic
church has a way of embedding lifetime guilt, even about things we
shouldn't be feeling guilty for at all. Am I right, folks? Luckily,
Lupus is very effective at assuaging that guilt. Here's how the
dialog goes between CG (Catholic Guilt) and LL (Lupus Love).”
CG “You can't take a nap now, your
dishes are dirty.”
LL “Screw that, I'm putting you to
sleep right now. 3-2-1 and.... done. Ha!”
CG “You forgot to water the garden
this morning. Get your butt out there now and do it!”
LL “No way, you know what the mid-day
sun does to you. Stay inside and have a nice cool glass of ginger
tea.”
CG “You have to move the couch and
sweep under there. The dust bunny population is ridiculous.”
LL “Um, I think not. Remember the
pain last time you did something stupid like that?”
CG “Your home must be immaculate at
all times.”
LL “Take care of yourself or I'll
make sure you have no choice in the matter.”
CG “You must get a “real” job and
be a contributing member of society.”
LL “Hello there. Remember me? Real
jobs equal real pain. Plus, even CG would have to admit that it's not
a good idea. Your employer wouldn't be able to rely on you.”
And so on.... Lupus leaves no room for
Catholic guilt trips. It makes sure to let me know when I've done too
much. It allows me to take naps without feeling guilty. It lets me
watch movies while the house falls apart around me if I'm having a
bad flare. It prompts me to ask others for help, even when the help
involves a task I used to be able to take care of myself. Is it
frustrating sometimes? Sure. But at least I found a way to get rid of
those nonsensical Catholic guilt trips for good.
So, thanks for kicking my Catholic
guilt to the curb, Lupus. It's been a long time coming.
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