I’m simply not sure what good you get out of denying your mortal body pleasures within the one solitary and very brief time you’re alive
this post was about my breakfast milkshake btw
Whenever I feel like I don’t deserve some little pleasure, I take the one thing from my Catholic upbringing that I’ve been able to twist into Not Feeling Guilt, and I say the little communion prayer:
“oh (delicious milkshake or whatever)
I am not worthy to receive you
But only say the word and I shall be healed”
Whatever else I can say about what Catholicism taught me, at least it gave me a prayer for “sometimes it’s okay to eat things I don’t deserve”
this is so nice i think, i often think that same bit of liturgy when i do things like have breakfast milkshake, or experience something too good to be real (like yogurt and honey with berries, what a concept). And I’m not catholic or even catholic adjacent I just spent too much time singing in their choirs, but it’s like. Theres god in a wafer. Isn’t there god in a milkshake? Isn’t there a tiny piece of god in every spark of joy? Deserve is a human thing made up to hurt other people.
