Speculative Catholic has tagged me with a meme! So, since I won’t remember in the morning if I don’t fill it out now….
First of all, some folks may be wondering what a “Confiteor” is. That’s the Latin word that starts the Penitential Rite at the beginning of Mass. You know, the bit where we say, “I confess to Almighty God, and to you, my brothers and sisters, that I have sinned through my own fault….”
So the idea behind this meme is that we make some embarrassing but venial confessions. Hokily dokily. I can do that. No pressure….
I confess that I don’t read my email very often. This is the real reason I got Google’s Gmail — so that I would have a giant hole in which to throw my email. One of the trials of my life is that I have to check my work email at least once a day. I used to love getting email. I’m really sorry that I find it such a trial now. But I really dread all the spam. I don’t check my surface mailbox very often, either.
I confess that even though my apartment is full of books and music, I spend so much time on the computer that I rarely read or listen to CDs anymore. (This is one reason I started the audioblog.)
I confess that I skipped reading most classic non-poetry literature because it always sounded so boring. Boring covers, boring blurbs, boring forewords, no murders — had to be boring. I only made exceptions for classics mentioned in science fiction, fantasies, or mysteries in a convincingly interesting manner. (This is another reason I started the audioblog.)
I confess that I would never have given opera a chance if it weren’t for Irene Adler. But then I found out that executions, murder, and suicide are really fun to listen to!
I confess that I have a really hard time keeping in touch with people unless I see them all the time. This includes members of my own family as well as friends. The more I forget to call or write them, the more ashamed I am that I’ve forgotten, so the less I call or write them. But hardly anybody ever calls or writes me unless I do it first.
I confess that I am sick and tired of my elder brother and his wife quarreling with my parents, and that they all four should just suck it up and come to terms, or at least come to visit during the holidays. I hate seeing people cry when there’s absolutely nothing I can do. They should at least cry at the people who can do something.
I confess that I put the “mess” in domesticity.
I confess that I’m enjoying reading this meme on other people’s blogs way too much.