I’m not Catholic, but the confession is one of those things that, if done right, might actually be very valuable. The ability to talk to someone about the bad stuff you did, get it off your chest, get some sort of closure so you can let it go, without any risk of getting ratted out to the authorities, could be very good for your mental health, I imagine.
And if everybody does it, there’s no stigma attached to it. So if you go and have nothing to say, you go to cover for the people who do have something.
Though modern therapy can serve the same role, of course.
And it was always “three Hail Marys and a Glory Be” and you’re golden. What a weird ritual.
I’m not Catholic, but the confession is one of those things that, if done right, might actually be very valuable. The ability to talk to someone about the bad stuff you did, get it off your chest, get some sort of closure so you can let it go, without any risk of getting ratted out to the authorities, could be very good for your mental health, I imagine.
And if everybody does it, there’s no stigma attached to it. So if you go and have nothing to say, you go to cover for the people who do have something.
Though modern therapy can serve the same role, of course.