Attending mass every Sunday is a special time for everyone, as a place to take the time to be with God. For me, it's even more of a peaceful place to just get away from my day to day life and problems. But even being in the presence of God has its quirks (some are even perks). So if you're an ADHD, compulsive, thirsty Catholic college student like me, you'll relate to these... (if you don't, then don't judge me-its a sin)

1. It's always a struggle between dressing up or dressing down?

I mean, God would want me to be comfortable in his home, right?

2. Do you really know the person next to you enough to hug them or is it a 'shake the hand' sign of peace?

And all while deciding this, you're trying to wipe off your sweaty hand as nonchalantly as possible.

3. You either fully connect with the homely or you completely zone out on your mile long to-do list waiting for you at home.

4. Every Sunday is just a new episode of "Bay Watch Episode-Catholic Edition."

And no, Zack Efron is not in the crowd...I've checked :(

5. And you always look forward to scoping out the Easter and Christmas Eve crowd for your spouse-to-be.

Or it's just a realization of people you never knew were Catholic.

6. Every Sunday is just another evaluation of your health to decipher whether you're too sick to have the wine/blood of Christ or not?

But if you're in college, then everyone is always sick so you might as well.

7. And when you do take the blood, you realize you're such a lightweight that you feel that tiny sip of wine.

*Wonders if you should go to confession for getting buzzed off church-wine, or worse, the blood of Christ!

8. You can't decide whether you know the person next to you well enough to hold their hand during the Our Father.

9. And when you decide you do, when exactly do you start to raise your hands?

Basically, who's going to make the first 'move'?

10. And if you're short, you just hope they don't raise their hands too high.

*I think I put deodorant on before I came*

I bet you're now wishing you hadn't read this and realized how relatable it is. Sorry, even us 'every Sunday' Catholics aren't as perfect as we thought.