The pilgrims. They came. They saw. They judged.
Or was that just me?
It’s World Youth Day at the moment and this place is literally drowning in the faithful and righteous. Which I don’t have a religious/ ideological problem with, more a logistical one in that they are seriously effing up my transport schedule.
And let’s not even start on the whole matching backpack/ group sing-a-long thing. Not that I’m averse to a little communal chorusing, but the koombi-yas should be kept to the campfire, not central station.
From what I can tell most of the kids here seem relatively harmless, having fun, feeling the faith and all that pope-y goodness. But as is the case with all groups, there’s always one or two bad eggs that un/consciously leave you feeling like you could happily beat them over the head with their own tambourines.
If you were to read into a few of the ‘looks’ I’ve witnessed lately it would seem the people I know are literally walking around with big neon signs saying ‘sinner’. While i’d like to think we’re fairly immune to innuendo, there’s only so many times strangers can stress ‘god bless you’ without starting to consider your descent into hell a mere formality.
But I guess I can’t be too hard on them seeing as I was the only one in the train carriage last night smelling of cheap wine and cigarettes.