Note: Originally posted on 07 April 2013. Transferred from ME aGAiN on blogger.
Okay. So I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. I’ve realized that in high school, I fit in just fine because most everyone around me was Mormon. Now I go to a college that is pretty opposite from home. When I first showed up, my roommate was upset and all I heard for about 10 minutes was eff eff eff EFFFFF haha so little freshman Megan looked at her with wide eyes thinking WHAT?! I didn’t realize how much of a bubble I was in back home. Now, two years later, I’m used to the real world and I realize that I’ve been trying to fit in to this new culture, but now I know that’s not going to happen. I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I’m a Mormon.
We’ve all heard the “no body’s perfect” speech and the “everyone makes mistakes” talk. Well it’s true. We all make mistakes, every single day, and recently I made one that offended a couple people. After all of the apologizing, one of those people later voiced that Mormons are “nasty, polygamist, cultist freaks.” I made a mistake and this person has every right to be upset. But I am sorry that she associates my mistake with my religion because being LDS is the best thing about my life.
As far as nasty, I shower every day, wear deodorant and brush my teeth at least twice a day. My church does not tolerate polygamy and we haven’t for about 150 years now. I don’t know where the cult idea came from, but I’ll tell you that I believe in God, the Eternal Father, and his son, Jesus Christ, and in the Holy Ghost. I believe the Bible to be the word of God, as far as it is translated correctly, and I also believe the Book of Mormon to be the word of God. As for the freak part, we are different, sure, but I wouldn’t say it’s a bad thing.
People ask me all of the time “You don’t drink right?” No I don’t, and I can still have a blast on a Saturday night. Or “Wait, how do you survive at this place without coffee?” I stay awake by other means, mainly doodling. Or “You go to church for 3 hours every week?!” Yes I do, and I love every minute of it.
I’m not saying my lifestyle is better than anyone else’s, but it makes me happy.
Going to church for 3 hours every Sunday and then hanging out with some of the best people I know. That makes me happy. Going to Family Home Evening every Monday night makes me happy. Going to study and learn about the scriptures every Tuesday night. Writing to all my friends who are serving missions. Wearing a swimsuit that covers my stomach. Using insults like lamehead or dumb bum instead of curse words. All of this is who I am. It’s a part of me, and it makes me happy.
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