In honor of Lent, Jamie Reidy pledges to give up the same thing he does every year: Nada.
Fat Tuesday marks the end of Mardi Gras and represents the last chance for fun before the start of Lent, the forty days leading up to Easter.
And just in case you were looking for a single phrase that will effectively alienate you from your mother for the entire season of Lent, I’m the man for you.
Earlier today I had this nice, telephonic exchange with my Mom.
Mom: So, James, what are you giving up for Lent this year?
Me: Are they doing that again this year?
Hopefully, she will be over her anger by the time she starts shopping for Christmas presents.
Self-denial is a major portion of Lenten observance. Accordingly, many Christians and Catholics give up something important to them, i.e. alcohol, candy, etc. (Several of my buddies have claimed they’ve gave up sex for Lent, but these are just pathetic attempts to rationalize their lack of success with the ladies.)
This year, I’m giving up the same thing I’ve given up for the past fifteen years: nada.
I’ve considered following my Catholic requirements and denying myself something that gives me emjoyment, really I have… But Lent falls at a really awkward time for me.
For instance, if I gave up alcohol, I’d be forced to watch the NCAA men’s basketball tournament without beer. Now, that’s Madness! Similarly, my birthday is March 31st; you think I’m gonna turn 42 and not have a bourbon and water or ten to drown my sorrows?
I could always give up candy or chocolate, but I don’t have a sweet tooth, so that would be a hollow gesture. Which just doesn’t seem proper.
My mother is undoubtedly praying I give up wiseassness.
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