Last night was a reminder

why I never really liked going to Church.

When I was younger, like high school young, I never really liked going to Church for two reasons, 1) to spite my mother and, 2) I find people who serve the Church annoying and self-righteous. I've always believed that religion is a personal thing and there's no need for an edifice aka the Church/chapel to be able to talk to God.

However, two years ago I've started going to Church again. It was that time when I was feeling down and out and going to Church was one of the things that kept me sane. From then on, I promised to keep on going to Church and hear mass regularly.

Since it was Holy Monday last night, my mother, sister and I went to mass and attended the recollection right after. During the mass, we were seated in the right wing of the church, as usual. But for the recollection, my mom insisted that we transfer into one of the middle pews. Then came the church people I never really liked. These 'fervent' church goers are the same people who gossip and cuss at other people. [Never mind how I come to know about that, I have my sources.] And so I was reminded why I once hated going to Church.

But I am leaving God out of my antipathy to these said church goers. Not everyone is like them anyway. And since I still believe that religion is a personal thing, I will try my very best to ignore them. But I will not sit in the middle pews ever again.