In the thralls of despair I wonder what it would be like if I became a nun. I'm criminally pathetic when it comes to dealing with boys-- I have no male friends, I don't know how to flirt, and I've been told that my academic competency and wide-leg jeans make me unattractive-- so I've considered a lifetime of spinsterhood more than once before.
I've actually googled it, and frankly, it doesn't sound so bad. You get to live with a group of like-minded women in a house, pray, fast, do stuff for charity, and maybe teach in a school. Sounds fine. Apparently convents right now are desperate for recruits since the average age of a nun is around 73 when it used to be twenty-something forty years back. That surprises me a bit because there are so many older women whose children are grown up and who are divorced and past their prime, or girls out of high school who are okay, but not cut out for school or a career, all who would seem perfect candidates for sisterhood, but instead they get into bad relationships or mope about how their life is over.
But, hey, I"m still 16 so there's plenty of time to potentially find someone, and I'm an only child so my agnostic mother would have a heart attack or commit suicide if I told her about any of this, and I'm not Catholic, although I've tried to be, so yeah...
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