1 definition by TheBlackRafter
The pitting sensation that can only be drawn through the innards of a cradle Catholic who either attended an overly scrupulous private Catholic school or was raised fearing the depths of hell to the point of regularly and, secretly, intentionally wet-dreaming. A fully developed and overly functioning conscience that has been to the other side and back will flirt on the fence with Catholic guilt, constantly deciding, approving, regretting and dismissing. It is a term used to describe the significant internal reaction to a seemingly insignificant external effect generated by a publicly unnoticeable perturbing cause. The feelings must be experienced to be understood and in most cases morally inherited to be experienced. Regardless of the pious weight associated with Catholic Guilt, it is often a feeling gestated through a morally abject thought that is hardly ever even realized and/or acted upon. It is an internalized battle bearing existential results.
In my mind: (Boy, I'm having so much fun with my new friends. We just smoked a pack of cigarettes each, and now we're about go scan for some babes.)
(Blasting down the freeway. Friend's comments/My reactions)-
Friend #1: This place fucking rocks (flicks a cig and it lands on a bench with a Planned Parenthood ad on it).
Reaction #1: I feel terrible that Planned Parenthood exists. Margaret Sanger, that bitch! To ease my pain I shift my weight off of the condom hiding in my wallet.
Friend #2: Oh sweest, look at that strip club!
Reaction #2: I vomit in my soul when I see the spot light hit the crucifix on St. Lukes' across the street.
The fact that I capitalized every "C" in "Catholic Guilt" is evidence of Catholic guilt.
(Blasting down the freeway. Friend's comments/My reactions)-
Friend #1: This place fucking rocks (flicks a cig and it lands on a bench with a Planned Parenthood ad on it).
Reaction #1: I feel terrible that Planned Parenthood exists. Margaret Sanger, that bitch! To ease my pain I shift my weight off of the condom hiding in my wallet.
Friend #2: Oh sweest, look at that strip club!
Reaction #2: I vomit in my soul when I see the spot light hit the crucifix on St. Lukes' across the street.
The fact that I capitalized every "C" in "Catholic Guilt" is evidence of Catholic guilt.
by TheBlackRafter July 20, 2010