diff --git a/_posts/2023-08-04-the-chapel-the-temple-the-mosque.md b/_posts/2023-08-04-the-chapel-the-temple-the-mosque.md index 855453c..542e842 100644 --- a/_posts/2023-08-04-the-chapel-the-temple-the-mosque.md +++ b/_posts/2023-08-04-the-chapel-the-temple-the-mosque.md @@ -60,7 +60,7 @@ I miss the community, I miss belonging. Maybe it’s just the rose-tinted glasse As someone who has experienced growth post-religion, and even accepted that he *is* a lil’ fucked in the head, I thought I was over this shit. I had a method of dealing with what my family said. Sticks and stone and whatnot. But Chekov wasn’t done with me yet! -People who know me will know that my family had an honest-to-God exorcism performed on me. I was told eight days before summer break started; it was the first task after I landed. I won’t lie, this cut me off at the knee, brought down all defences and decimated any pretences of indifference. As utterly fascinating to experience 48 hours of fusion Hindu-Christian rituals, it was as if I’d regressed to eleven-year-old me, drowning in my parents’ immense and unshakable faith, while I had none of my own. +People who know me will know that my family had an honest-to-God exorcism performed on me. I was told eight days before summer break started; it was the first task after I landed. I won’t lie, this cut me off at the knee, brought down all defences and decimated any pretences of indifference. As utterly fascinating it was to experience 48 hours of fusion Hindu-Christian rituals, it felt like I’d regressed to eleven-year-old me, drowning in my parents’ immense and unshakable faith, while I had none of my own.