A Remorseful Habit

An unpleasant religious agendum created a hilarious experience.I purposely arrive late during anticipated mass because I tend to get heavy-eyed and somnolent the entire time.Yesterday,as I try to access spots where I could sit,I took notice of three apprehensive individuals in my life.I tried to discreetly transfer seats.Still feeling uncomfortable,I made a decision to just discontinue hearing mass.I went home very sad, murmuring and blaming myself for another spiritual neglect. The experience taught me to hear mass without delay,to choose a modest spot where I could meditate earnestly,undistracted by people around me. I go to church because of God and not because of them,but of course I have to be virtuously dressed to not be perturbed in the flesh. I am actually a slothful,sluggish transgressor of the church.But I can change.