Chreasters

I can tell whether or not someone's a Chreaster.

They can have an apathetic look on their face,  if not a "why the fuck am I here?" face. They wear a beanie inside when locks of their hair are poking out underneath. They seem a bit confused on when to sit, kneel and stand. And the Big Kahuna: They have little clue on how to receive the host.

At my parish the guys are standing awkwardly,  a little uneased,  as if they know they're in an environment that's foreign to them. Usually they're there with the girlfriend to make her happy and not embarrass her in front of her parents who are Sunday church goers. Awkward.

This isn't judgmental of me. It's strict observational practice. And I find it always amusing.