The religious aspect in my paradigm

I use to think that in order to be a believer in god you had to go to church. I grew up catholic. The same ol same ol sundays. Wake up super early, get ready, load up the car, and wonder why my dad doesnt have to attend services. "Football" he says as hed pop a budweiser and sit in front the tv. Hell yeah i thought to myself. Thats what id rather be doing.

So wed get there, and sit through the beginning part of mass, sing a few songs, give money, then the whole freaky give peace to thy neihbor. I never understood that as a young kid. Old people hugging you, wierd people hugging you, and never a hot chick.  Like seriously where were all the pretty girls or cute older ladies that i would see coming in prior to this holy meeting. Im sure it didnt help that mom always sat me and my brother up in the front. "So we can see and hear the priest better." MOM i can see him perfectly good and the speakers that sourround this church is loud enough to hear this dude outside.

Ok now the interesting part of this weekly evolution.  The priest would then come and save me from both the singing of out of tune people and my mother conctantly pinching my leg to stay awake. *Mom im sure god can see you pinching us* haha. He would say to gather all the children and go with mother so Nd so. Now i know what your thinking. Catholic church, and RAPE!!!. But no it was sunday school. It was a few minutes to talk in lamens terms the same boring topics that we started learning out there. Except me and my brother were the coolest kids in this place. Mostly everyone else in sunday school were a bunch of nerdy, un-athletic haole kids. my fellow classmates would ask some of the most stupixest questions. Their stupidity was just as bad as their outfits. *Who dressed you this morning, dennis rodman?* On the plus side there were cute girls. And even though they looked lime they grew up in M. Night Shamalahns The Village. It was nice being able to look cool and be flattering to cousins of rosie odonnel. Umm cuter versions though.

So me and my broseph would finish *learning about the lord for dummies* and be herded out back to our parents.  Sit next to my mother, sing a few more hymns, get some body of christ and finally be done with fucking church. O yeah there were donuts and juice afterwards. FML seriously i thought FUCK MY LIFE.

Now im 29 years old, sitting in kailua blogging on my galaxy s3. Hence the reason for the formatting of this blog. When it hits you to blog, stop and just do it. Fuck everyone else this memory or rant is fresh in my mind all of a sudden and im putting it down on text. Hell yeah. But anyways i to this day beleive in god. I went through 1st communion, never been raped by a priest *thank god* and now am happy with the knowledge i have about the bible and the cool shit that is religion. I think back at the times i gave my mom grief for making me go. I think back at looking at her face light up with happiness when she saw us return from school. On the drive home i would look at my mom and she would have this spiritual sense of gratitude eminating from her. It would always make me happy to see my mom happy. Shit she was the only woman to have my back whenever my young world would feel like its crumbling i.e cant find my skateboard, what im going to eat for dinner, etc. You know stuff elementary age boys have to worry 
About.

Now that i think about it. I didnt mind church that much. It made my mom happy. Honor thy mother right?  Instead of playing outside. Playing football, skateboarding, picking on little haole kids. Here i was sitting next to mom. Attaining one of the most important strengths in my life. Spiritual strenght. The reason i fancy myself a badass is because of my upbringing and the diminished masculinity in todays society. My best friend once told me. "Every mother gave birth to a child except my mom, She gave birth to a legend!!" THANK YOU LORD AND THANK YOU MOM.

Peace niggas