I feel like the appeal of saints is there’s a little guy who went through exactly your problems you can ask for help and sometimes they’re on a necklace for more immediate access. I am not catholic and have no particular connection to those sainted little guys though, but I do sometimes wish to tell my troubles to a silent yet supportive figure that perhaps can help but mainly offers solace. This is why the “oh Ariana, we’re really in it now” meme speaks to me in a secular, spiritual, and stupid way. I too desire a poster of a distant pop culture icon with which to haplessly commiserate.
Blorbo from my hagiographies
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