surfing: brand x

2000 march 03

catholic

is catholicism the oddest thing or what?

it's like being part of peter's church comes with this permanent get out of jail free card. i mean you can murder someone or covet their wife or kick the dog and if you just pop on down to the local church, sit yourself down and confess all that big bad evilness, you are once again pure as the driven snow. heaven worthy.

gene and i tease each other mercilessly; it is part of our charm as a couple, along with our predilection for baby talk while grocery shopping. "you're a rotten girl! rotten! what kind of girlfriend would make me take out the garbage. i'm crushed. you are mean mean mean. i have to go and sit on the couch and watch sports for a while to recover from all the abuse. love you!"

it's that "love you!"

whenever he kicks out one of these bad girlfriend rants he ends the whole silly diatribe with "love you!" as if it negates all the nasty little things he has said. which it does, in his catholic mind. and truth be told, it does in my mind as well, but since i know that he doesn't mean any of the things he says, that he is just teasing me, i don't require that "love you!" at the end; it's cute, but superfluous.

when i am teasing him, i don't throw my own "love you!" out into the world. and sometimes this means gene forgets i am teasing and thinks i am truly being mean and i have to give not one "love you!" but a half hour discourse on why i love and how i love and all the finer points of his general loveability before all hurt feelings are mollified.

maybe i should go to mass and pick up a few pointers.

hail mary, claire

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