gloco
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Alright, lets keep this civil boys and girls.
No flaming and no "my religion is better than yours" crap. I just want to have a lively, humorous discussion regarding why you go and why you don't.
Ok, regarding myself:
As far as i can remember, i hated church. I'm Greek-Orthodox, mind you, and the sight of this ghastly old man standing over six feet tall dressed in black didn't exactly turn me on to religion. Of course there were many other considerations that took place:
1. I would miss out on my sunday morning cartoons, a big no-no for any kid
2. No friends allowed, i didn't get along with any other greek kids
3. No portable videogames allowed, this is before gameboy, so my trusty popeye mini arcade had to stay home
4. My dad would drag us to freaking Astoria, Queens...god i hate that place...no videogames or tv...what a nightmare!
5. No walkman....final straw!
So, when my dad&mom would drag my Brother, Sister and Myself to church, i decided to let my true personality come forth. I would make constant fun of the priest by babbling back his "sermons." I would pluck hairs out of my head and burn them with the candle. I would constantly talk and make fun of the other priests and screw up the whole cross thing, for christian orthodox, its up, down, right, left. For the rest of them, its the Konami way (ya know, physically making the points of a cross as the priest mumbled out passages).
Well, that's my story, how about you guys?
No flaming and no "my religion is better than yours" crap. I just want to have a lively, humorous discussion regarding why you go and why you don't.
Ok, regarding myself:
As far as i can remember, i hated church. I'm Greek-Orthodox, mind you, and the sight of this ghastly old man standing over six feet tall dressed in black didn't exactly turn me on to religion. Of course there were many other considerations that took place:
1. I would miss out on my sunday morning cartoons, a big no-no for any kid
2. No friends allowed, i didn't get along with any other greek kids
3. No portable videogames allowed, this is before gameboy, so my trusty popeye mini arcade had to stay home
4. My dad would drag us to freaking Astoria, Queens...god i hate that place...no videogames or tv...what a nightmare!
5. No walkman....final straw!
So, when my dad&mom would drag my Brother, Sister and Myself to church, i decided to let my true personality come forth. I would make constant fun of the priest by babbling back his "sermons." I would pluck hairs out of my head and burn them with the candle. I would constantly talk and make fun of the other priests and screw up the whole cross thing, for christian orthodox, its up, down, right, left. For the rest of them, its the Konami way (ya know, physically making the points of a cross as the priest mumbled out passages).
Well, that's my story, how about you guys?