I arrived at Candidacy in Cheshire on August 2, 1986. It was late in the candidacy, only about five weeks left. Imagine, just five weeks of preparation to enter into novitiate life.
From the very first day the strangeness started.
I was quickly ushered into the life and activities of the other candidates. My first activity with the candidates was a swim in the “pool”. It lasted only a few minutes until the assistant called us in. When I got to the bathrooms I immediately went to relieve myself. A candidate named James walked up to me while I was doing my business and said, “Brother, that’s not legionary”. “What?”, I asked. He said, “Using the urinal is not legionary”.
Not legionary. How strange.
I never understood how a moral judgment, something right or wrong, something permitted or not could be labeled as legionary. It was a term I heard used many times, but opted not to use myself. Instead, I would refer to the norms. But I guess it is a way of expressing how deeply integrated you are with the legionary speak. It also shows how legionaries take possession of universal norms, making them their own.
As for me, whenever I am in a restaurant or at the mall, I make it a point to use the urinal.