I love the Internet, yes I do. You can connect with all KINDS of people, even people who might not WANT to connect with you. Or at least they might not realize they don’t want to connect with you until, say, THEY COME TO YOUR BLOG and discover you are one MOTHER OF AN EX-MORMON.
That recently happened to me with an old high school classmate. Right about now he has decided I am Beelzebub, even though he admitted he had a crush on me in high school. Hey, I was a leeeeeeetle different then. At least on the outside.
And do I take offense at this? Nope. What’s the point? He has his opinions, and he’s entitled to them, and he has very vocally voiced them, and I have opinions, too. WHAT? Yup, that’s me. The girl with the opinions. Of course, growing up, a Mormon girl was welcome to have opinions, just as long as she checked with her priesthood leader FIRST to make sure her opinions were the correct ones. And don’t tell me this is not true because you ALL know it is.
Mormonism is ALL about patriarchy and priesthood, and manhood, and some other hoods, I’m sure. Hoodwinked and head-covered-with-a-hood immediately come to mind. But that’s the way it is, and it didn’t set well with me.
If I was going to get to heaven, by God, it would be because I was worthy, not because some guy remembered my secret temple name, the same name everybody ELSE got in the temple that day. I see a whole MASS of confusion on judgment day, yesirree. Or A whole lot of happy men. Don’t like the Deborah who came through the veil when you called her name? Throw her back and holler out for a new one! One who is less likely to question your priesthood authority and who is a better cook.
(FYI, I just used that named, Deborah, as an example. I know a lot of people who went through the temple and got that name. No offense intended to any temple Deborahs who might be reading this. It was random. I promise.)
So, anyway, I understand why this old high school classmate is just SO SO SCANDALIZED. I’d like to tell him a few stories about some of other classmates, but that wouldn’t be nice, and I don’t out other people or share their scandalous secrets, unless they are really stupid and already did it themselves.
But Bubble World makes some people happy, and that’s where they choose to live.
I suppose I should be upset that I have made this old classmate so angry. But I’m not. I mean, I was just honest. Why can’t I be honest? Is honest a bad thing in Bubble World?