Another thing that helped lead to my boredom, while sitting in mass, when I had to go to church when I was a kid (along with the fact that I had to get up early on a Sunday morning when I wanted to sleep in) is the language spoken during the mass. I was raised Byzantine Greek Orthodox Catholic, in a church attended by many Slovakian immigrants. There were many masses that I had to go to where it was all done in Slovakian, which I didn’t understand then (and now).

So for me, at least, church wasn’t boring enough, add to that. all spoken in a language I couldn’t understand… there were many, many days when I’d be sitting in church thinking, “What am I doing here??!!”