" I'm mad at the religion I grew up in. I'm mad that Catholic doctrine still swims in my mind, that I think in Bible stories, regard Sundays as sacred, and love when radio stations start playing Christmas carols in October. If "O Holy Night" comes on while I drive past the jack-o-lanterns still out on your porches, I will likely blast it, and get taken in by the comfort of things I grew up with. It's like rewatching "Back to the Future" or "Sixteen Candles" as an adult and being like "wait, I think that scene is actual sexual assault" as nostalgia turns into unsettling recognition. "

― , Save Yourself