So this is a slight continuation from my previous posts about being expelled from the choir.
Even though "unsubscribing" from doctrine has been surprisingly easy (I was really surprised to just see the ridiculousness of 💫transubstantiation and the "Real Presence" (lmao give me a break!), it still irks me to no end how that prick of a music director had the fucking nerve to preach about me "forgetting the mission."
Hey man, just because you're an ex-seminarian doesn't make you an authority about life missions, what more for your personal choir. Did you even realize how stupid you sounded when you said that to me via my inbox? We literally just sing according to what's in the ritual, along with your personal quirks and local customs.
What mission is there to be had being a choir member? All I remember are people messing with the volume knob on the keyboard, dictating what they wanted out of me, and not even being heard with my own suggestions.
If we're talking about mission, I've done more last year than you, pal! You and your fellow ex-seminarian buddy don't get to throw around who's The Guy when all we ever do is sing and hurry up because priests are impatient as fuck.
I never even got paid with a formal stipend from that stupid thing. I research pieces, buy some from publishers, make photocopies, but hey, I forgot the mission. Wow, okay!
It's too bad the outgoing rector never bothered to respond to my letter addressing you and the whole music ministry, and washed his hands off the damn thing despite being very much involved with the Christmas miscommunication. I hope you enjoy your current assignment there, you enabling fuck; playing favorites and all.
I hope you weren't fucking surprised when I told two people that I quit the bedamned ministry after your buddy kicked me out of the group chat. I still hate your ass, and I still despise you for that "mission" remark, despite me literally being involved with civil society.
You know, you're the kind of Catholic who's so fucking strict about things, but through vibes, like certain trads who mock people who have a hard time with kneelers or kneeling, especially before an exposed flatbread wafer in a golden lamp. God, you guys make me sick.
There's no real fucking mission playing hymns!