The thought of living Saved seems more disconcerting than being a "sinner". Because of the hypocrisy?
Rather listen to Luda's Service Announcement and eat my cold cereal. But, when hasn't it been cold, only when I slept over with the girl whose family took communal baths. But her brother had allergies.
Today I couldn't stop thinking about the part in Angela's Ashes where the boy throws up the food from his communion party and his grandmother gets mad and says that he threw up God, and how tragic that was, because the boy was starving and not used to having enough food to eat. Also, when his neighbor got his tongue sliced in ribbons when he fell from outside an upper window where he was watching those sisters bathe. Sliced doesn't feel like the right word.