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”
My husband used to think about what he does and doesn’t deserve a lot (including not deserving me) and I’ve always said “deserving is meaningless. Worse people than you have gotten away with worse things than you could ever do and you won’t make the world more fair by depriving yourself of a treat”
