(September 5, 2013 at 1:00 pm)BadWriterSparty Wrote: An old friend of mine posted this article on FB, and though I'm no longer Mormon, I still like to see what they're up to nowadays. As usual, I was headed for disappointment here.
This article had potential. I almost thought that this person leaving Utah for the first time would have her eyes opened to a variety of new ideas and ways of life. Of course, I knew that she would only bring her Utah bubble along for the ride, and she sits in it whenever it's convenient for her.
Obedience: How to Train a Mormon
Quote:When I left Utah, I had a very naïve idea of the conversations I would have with people who had never heard of Mormons. Being totally serious, I had the expectation that I would jump out of my car and people would ask, “Why are you glowing?!” “Why are you so happy?” “Tell me about the church you believe in.”
Fast forward to the year 2013.
I’m having a much different conversation with friends who are tilting their heads and avoiding eye contact because the questions they just asked caught me off guard, and the crickets in the background have better answers than I do.
She should have listened to those crickets. Instead, she simply acknowledges the questions and makes a grand stand on Obedience. This idea never once wanders to the notion that perhaps it's not because it's good for her, but because she's been brainwashed to think it is. Her answer to her friends is a cop-out because it's not really answering their pointed questions, but glazing over them with the creamy goodness of indoctrination.
I hope her ignorance keeps her blissful or she's going to have rockier times in store for her.
Hrm I wander how much she will spend on those questions, that's how I stopped being a baptist. People were quiestioning me and got the better of me and I internalized the questions. I hope she can do the same, even if mormons have a tendency to disown their fellows if they leave the faith.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
