#coco speaks
ok so you know that thing of how a lot of christianity is just like. a thing? like how people who don’t go to church or believe in the bible still celebrate christmas and lent and easter? that thing. yeah. that experience is made so much fucking weirder when the specific brand of christianity at least one of your parents grew up with was catholicism. you wind up assuming a whole bunch of shit about christianity as a whole that turns out to be specifically a catholic thing.
the first funeral I went to not as a tiny baby was for my Irish catholic grandmother and boy did that fuck up my expectations for all funerals.
went to a protestant mate’s baptism when we were 14 and had not trained at all for the amount of hymns we were expected to sing, given that the only previous protestant church service I’d been to was my grampa’s funeral two years previously and I just figured the amount of hymns were because it was a funeral. no. it’s like that all the time there. and they don’t even give you the wine and crackers afterwards.
