apmyrddyn recalls the creepiness of the confessional as a teenager.
"I remember one time when I was 16, my mother insisted that we all go to confession. I go in the room with the priest, and say my thing.
Me: Forgive me father for I have sinned it has been (god only knows how long) since my last confession.
blah blah blah (recounting of random innocuous sins)
Priest: Is that all?
Me: Yes father
Priest: You know that masturbating is a sin.
Me: Sure do
Priest: You know that lying is a sin as well?
Priest: Is there anything else you want to confess?
I mean come on. I was 16, what do you expect. I was taking care of business on a daily basis, but I sure as hell wasn't going to tell this guy. Never mind the fact that it was a face to face confession, we did not have a confessional, but this was a little creepy this guy trying to get info out of me. Sounds a little like holy entrapment to me, get me on the impure act and the lie. I guess he gets extra points for that."