Friday my new friend Lydy and I were talking about the overwhelming pile of guilt that seems to plague people especially Catholics and religious people. 

Guilt seems to happen for more than you might imagine.

It doesn't necessarily mean that you feel bad for doing something bad (although for me that is a given because I'm confidently not a sociopathic douchebag) but it comes from even doing things such as make time for yourself like I did last Friday night when I hung out with Lydy to talk about the good of our days and exchange successes.

There is a very very frustrating thing that happens when even rewarding yourself is a huge endeavor. 

Here's one of the religious scribbles I made that night about the plague of growing up Catholic and how it still haunts my everyday even as an atheist.