Posted by:
nevermoar
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Date: August 22, 2013 01:58AM
About 5yrs ago when I was 17, I had a really good friend I met as a Senior in High School. She probably would've loved it if I had been baptized but she never pressured me or even talked to me about it.
We just hung out, talked about boys, she invited me to church, mutual, seminary, etc. Well, this one time I went to seminary and I remember the teacher started saying how if we prayed hard enough, we could see God and it didn't have to be his whole physical body, sometimes we would just see a finger. (I was like WHAT?!) And then he started talking about other religions. He said that other churches, like Catholicism, are okay with their members just being carpenters or other blue-collar workers just because Jesus was once a carpenter, but nooo not Latter-Day Saints because they preach higher education and becoming professionals. (I was like DOUBLE WHAT?!?!?!) I was slightly offended because I was raised Catholic and my mother is a devout Catholic.
Another time I went to mutual and we went caroling because it was around Christmas time and my friend was soo smug about knowing a lot of Christian Christmas songs and I didn't. I recall another time we went to mutual. Before her mom dropped us off she said, "When it's over, wait right outside when I come pick yall up". Well, we got caught up talking to some other friends afterward and her mom ran inside and said, "I told yall to wait, lets go". Looking back at that night, and from reading so many posts on here, I can only guess she didn't want some other molly-mormon mom recognizing her and stopping to talk/question her about her life for 934823 hours. But what do I know.
Then I remember her telling me about how devastated her brother was because he was at BYU trying to marry his girlfriend, but she thought it was too soon. She wanted to study abroad and do other things. (I think she did get to study abroad, but they were married soon after). So sad.
I remember after high school, I ran into these 2 sisters at my apartment complex. It happened to be Thanksgiving and I was wearing some comfortable soffee shorts (which happened to be really short). They gave me a BOM, but not before disgustingly staring at my bare legs, as if I was going to hell for being so immodest.
Ah, life....