It has come to my attention that today is Ash Wednesday. By no means am I a religious person. Baptized as a Catholic, yes, but non-religious nonetheless. Still, I find myself pondering if I should give up something for lent, and if so what would that be?
Maybe it’s because I weighed myself at the Bodies exhibit and the scale read 135 pounds, but I may just give up McDonald’s french fries. This may seem like a small sacrifice to some, but Ronald McDonald makes my lower lip quiver. A fry in my mouth feels like the beginnings of foreplay. And when I chew and savor the salty, crispy flavors? Ooooh…oooh…aaaaaaaaah!
So maybe I won’t be able to give up McD’s fries. The golden arches are everywhere and I will not be able to resist. So what now? Do I give up chocolate? Fucking? My pepa™ talk?!
Now let’s not be hasty!
Maybe I should take this Wednesday as any other Wednesday. As a non-practicing, pepa™-obsessed, sex-having Catholic, I’m probably number 10,879 on the waiting list to enter the pearly gates. What’s another year going to do? Bump me to 10,880?
For now, I’m sticking to my heathenish ways. But please, do not let my sinful actions and decision making discourage you from giving up what you are giving up. Actually, I commend you for the sacrifice. And who knows? Maybe I will change my mind. I may not be ready to give up french fries or my fascination with my pepa™ but I am grateful for the past year I have lived. I have been bestowed with many blessings, so leaving a bad habit or relinquishing my taste buds to broccoli may not be such a terrible feat. Because even the non-religious believe in a gratitude.