I'll gladly pray you Tuesday for some absolution today
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Today marks the 28th anniversary of the last time I went to confession.
I was raised Catholic, you see - though never very devoutly nor consistently. I believe I made some superficial attempts to try to be one at some point, but my teen years marked the usual angst, and the usual isolation from prescriptive faith as I struck out to find my own path. All that led eventually to my conclusion that atheism (in some form or other) was the right place for me to be.
Catholic habits in the area of confession seem to be changing. I don't know about all churches; but, at the one attended by one of my friends, they no longer (implicitly or otherwise) require that you go to confession before you take communion. That priest seems to be a "twice a year is good enough" sort. I seem to recall, in the misty dark past when I felt conscripted to participate in such things, that taking communion without a clean slate was approaching the point of being a hell-worthy trespass. One of those dirty things that you'd get purgatory for, like masturbating or eating meat on a Friday.
Twenty-eight years since Catholic confession. I would hate to have to tally up that roster of sins in the lifetime of a liberated female in this particular modern world.