I am fat and happy.

At least half of that is true.

What the fuck am I going to do for Lent this year? Last year I gave up tumblr, which was actually a great life choice as I was in the shit storm of my senior semester and it was for the best that I didn’t spend my days laughing at pictures of cats dressed as The Doctor. Because I mean REALLY that isn’t a good use of anyone’s time and I had papers to write. I mean come on people.

I believe I also gave up chocolate. That may have been the year before. I normally do multiple things for Lent because frankly I like it.

I said it.

I like Lent.

Fuck me, but I like any aspect of religion that tries to help you be a better person. It’s 40 days. A little over a month to focus on NOT doing what ever the fuck you want. To not be a greedy bastard. (I’m looking at you Christmas.) How is that not a good thing? Spending a fraction of your year doing something that is actually good for you.

Maybe I’m just trying to burn off my time in the second circle of hell. Maybe I have some anger towards religion and God in general but who doesn’t? Maybe I am constantly torn between the absolute certainty that at the very least God will love me even if no one else does and the anger I feel when I worry that it isn’t true because I’m not straight.

Maybe that was an unnecessary tangent. Maybe.

Maybe I’ll do something this year instead of giving something up.

I could post something every day? I am not a very avid poster. AT ALL. I love to scroll through tumblr and never actually say anything.

I could play the violin daily? I haven’t played in months. I really ought to take it up again.

Exercise? I’m not one for working out. I don’t enjoy it at all. Yoga? Dance? I don’t know.

I have two hours to decide.