PipeTobacco
............................................ ............................................ A blog devoted to the ramblings of a small town, middle aged college professor as he experiences life and all its strange variances.
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Monday, March 07, 2016
At Confession
Well, confession was a bit different than I anticipated. I went in an told about my two times being angry, I told about my impatience, I told about my struggle with the pipe, and I even talked about how twice in the last month I self gratificated to get to sleep when my wife was sleeping and I didn't want to wake her from her rest because she was so tired from her own hectic day. And you know what the priest said? He told me I worried to much, and that was what he said I should focus and work on. It was truly revealing. I do worry a helluva lot. Most days that is where my mind has me focused. I found it very helpful, but I also find myself somewhat lost because, it may be surprising to some of you, but worry is a very difficult thing for me to avoid. I have been thinking about it a lot, and try to steer out of it. But, it is NOT as easy as I had thought it might be.
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"And you know what the priest said? He told me I worried to much"
ReplyDeleteNo shit? Get the fuck over it, we all worry too much, that doesn't make you special. And whacking off doesn't make you special either, we all do that. Hell, if I had to go to confession every time I whacked off they would have to reserve a confession booth for me.
But I don't see any point in confessing to a fucking priest that whacks off. Get a fucking grip.
"I even talked about how twice in the last month I self gratificated to get to sleep."
ReplyDeleteOnly twice? What a fucking lightweight, I did it more than that even when when I was with a mate. Except for one, she could keep up with me. Hell if we had stayed together she may have screwed me to death but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have cared.
Hey, are you a fucking catlick to please your wife?
ReplyDeleteBilly P is going by E. Rosewater these days, we've pointed that out to you before, I hope you are not losing your mind.
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This is why BBC is the king.
ReplyDeleteHe speaks the truth and I'll be smiling all day after reading his assessment of your sins.
Maybe you should make the confession about jerking off to your students rather than to your priest. Who knows, a nice young lady might offer you an alternative.