The last time I heard confession...

...was too long ago to remember. Wait, maybe it was in high school, during one of our retreats. But I remember telling my confessor, Father Edwin (our class was pretty close to him), that I felt like I was on a religious plateau. I was extremely religious at the time - I was active in faith organizations, headed morning prayers in class, attended mass regularly. I thought I was near sainthood. But then college came. From my sociology and philosophy classes I realized that the Church and religion are nothing but social constructs humans create to project our seemingly impossible ideals. But humans can achieve those ideals. We can BE the überman. Since then I've come to look at all rituals with a critical eye and pretty much weeded out what I don't think is necessary. Confession is one of those, and so is Sunday mass. I only attend mass now when it gives me the opportunity to be with my family. Otherwise, I like to go to a quiet place and just be with myself for a while. I still believe in a God, and I would still like to believe in the historical Jesus. I don't know if he was divine or not, but I bet he was still pretty badass.