I Stole a Lemon

I'm a slave to my own culture and I think it's time I just admit it. I've spent half my life running away from that which forms who I am...Southern. Italian. And dare I say it. Catholic. These have been the bane of my existence for most of my life. I refuse to go to church, and the act of going home can often be compared to passing a kidney stone as far as I am concerned. I moved halfway across the country to escape all of these things which unquestionably make me who I am. Then...

I go off and do something so stupid..so inexplicably stupid. Something that makes it all the more difficult for me to deny that those things which I think I detest so much....I actually love them. I embrace them. I can't help it and it drives me crazy in the best and worst ways. I have no idea why I persist in feeling this way, but the pattern I have perpetuated has to stop. So, I am here to bare my soul to anyone who cares (most of all myself). I stole a lemon. I stole it and I actually believe in whatever it represents.