Pastizzi and erotica

Good Friday is almost over. I can't say I'm sorry about it. I've blocked my TV permanently on LivingTV, I have only been over to my mum's so I cannot say that I've seen any Good Friday reminders. Which is good. The only thing is, that some Face Book users have been really staunch Catholics. One in particular seemed to be irritated about having seen people eating pastizzi. Poor old pastizzi. They must be the number one enemy for cholesterol all right, but why take it out on pastizzi just because it's Good Friday? I cannot for the life of me, find anything disturbing or God-disrespectful about pastizzi. They don't even contain meat so why is it annoying? Does God hate pastizzi? I'm not sure He was ever around to taste them, and if he were, my best bet is He'd love them and make himself sickly silly over them. I have also shocked my mum (not intentionally) because she spied my forever Rothmans Blue peeping out of my pocket. Yet again, does God hate Rothmans Blue, or perhaps is he into some kind of other brand? Some people hate smoking. The trouble is the exact minute when a smoker is born. Loads of us (at least those in my generation) have tried at least one cigarette. There are the ones who will hate it immediately, cough themselves for an hour and decide that smoking is bad. Then there are other ones like me, who have instantly taken to the tar and nicotine. My twin is of the former. He hated it. I am of the latter. I loved it, and was born a smoker at 15. I still love it. But will God really see me as hateful because I smoke on his Good Friday? Will God really find people who are eating pastizzi on a Good Friday hateful? It's not as if we're acting like some Kamekaze. It's not as if we're murdering someone or torturing someone to death. Perhaps smoking kills us, perhaps it will make me live 10 less years. But I will have at least have lived the 10 less years pleasured by the tar and nicotine. It's hard for non-smokers to understand, but we smokers love it. It is a turn on, just like any other sexual turn on. Turn ons and fore play and passionate. All can be so not sexual. I get turned on by shoes on display, trying them out is foreplay, and actualky wearing them is passion. And I don't even need a rubber to protect me from all the STD's. The same goes for jewellery. I have just bought myself an Easter present; a massive artistic, stylish pendant in the form of a massive sun set with diamonds. It turns me on, putting the chain on is as erotic as any bedroom scene, and yes it makes me wet with all the passion too. And I still don't need a rubber. And now I really have no idea how this has gone from innocent pastizzi to rubbers and erotica. And oh dear, all of this on a Good Friday. The thing is, God will never love people less for eating pastizzi. He will never ever love me less for my passion of shoes and jewellery. God made people to be turned on. He made people to know passion. And it's a sorry creature he who does not have the ability to experience all of this. Because God made people as people and me and me.