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Oh. My. God.

7
July

I’m pissed off.  I can’t voice my opinion to someone I respect because somehow having a differing opinion means that I’m telling her that she can’t have an opinion.  Um, how does that make any sense at all?

I never told her that she couldn’t have an opinion.  I didn’t tell her that she was not entitled to have one.  I actually made a post that said that she was definitely allowed to have one.  I shouldn’t have to apologize because she can’t handle people not agreeing with her.  Honestly, her going on and on about it on her Facebook page and basically asking for people to feel sorry for her and to hate the horrible person who was mean to her is ridiculous.  I’ve seen internet drama queens who didn’t act half this bad.

I also don’t see how 1 or 2 people having a different opinion, when there are about 10 people who had the same opinion as her, is somehow telling her that she can’t have an opinion.  I also don’t see how by disagreeing with her I should have to beg for her forgiveness.  Honestly, if anyone has a toxic friendship that needs to be dropped in this situation, I would think it would be me.  I shouldn’t have to look at 16 people trashing me because she can’t handle what I said.  It’s absolutely insane.

I should let it go, I know.  I know that my frustration over this is about the same as her trying to get everyone to kiss her ass over it, but I need to rant and obviously I can’t do it on Facebook because that would just be further proof that I’m a toxic human being.  I just want to tell her to grow a pair or get off the internet.  Honestly, it’s the kind of “don’t share what you think because we don’t want to hear it” and “people with differing opinions are gangrene on the church and need to go away” opinions that helped me decide not to go back to church.  I got sick of this crap happening in person and now it is on the internet.

I should have never joined that stupid church.  I don’t think any good has come from it.

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Better Than Hayseeds

18
September

Auburn rules the internet . We have all the tech savy. Alabama has more hayseeds that pulle [sic] for them than Auburn does!

That would be what my dad said in response to the granddaughter of one of his paternal uncles.  She’s an Alabama fan, while he is (obviously) an Auburn fan. She’s almost 21.  He’s almost 56.  This is him happy.  This is him excited.  This is him pleased that Auburn has won.  This is what he is like when he is practically squealing for glee.

I pretty much decided something this week.  I had been leaning toward doing this for a while.  I decided that I’m not Mormon.  I’ve never been Mormon.  Yeah, I joined the church.  (Well, I got baptized & confirmed, but I still have no access to the website account.)  I even had home teachers that were decent early on.  I have friends who are Mormon, but I also have friends who are Buddhists, Baptists, Wiccan, etc.  Having friends in a religion doesn’t make it so.  Have faith in the religion makes it so.  I don’t have faith in the church.  I haven’t for a while.  When I joined, I thought I felt drawn to the church.  I didn’t feel that way long and I don’t feel that way now.  When people would talk about their testimonies, I wouldn’t feel great.  I would feel awkward.  I would feel scared.  When I was confirmed, I wasn’t excited.  I didn’t understand why I was suddenly going to get the gift of the Holy Spirit, when I’m fairly certain that I already had a still small voice.  I hated going to conferences, but I went.  I wanted to belong, and I think that’s why I tried so hard.  Shortly after I got sick, (actually before then) I realized I never truly belonged.  I was a church-goer, but I was not a member.  I would never be a member.  I could jump through hoops, but I would still be an outsider.  I wasn’t born into the church and I was too sick to actually attend services, so I was no longer considered one of them.  After being dropped by some of my friends, whether it was for being politically left or absent from religious activities, it reminded me of my lack of priority.  I was a black sheep.  Worse.  I was a ginger.  And, as one of those dropped friends had on their site, gingers have no souls. I was the girl who wanted someone to explain why it was okay for a person to make racist comments and appear in black face at a dance (shortly before the ’08 elections), yet it wasn’t okay for me to make comments about homosexuality being inborn.  Surely, if that was tolerable, then my beliefs were acceptable.

My first step in the direction of distancing myself from the church: a venti de-caf caramel frappuccino.  I never wanted to give them up, but I did.  I did because it was wrong and because it was naughty.  I did it because I wanted to belong.  I finally realized this.  I didn’t want people to think badly of me.  I didn’t friend people from my ward or YSA on Twitter until recently because I didn’t want them to know the real me.  I didn’t want them to know the girl who occasionally drops the f-bomb.  I didn’t want them to know the girl who has ranted about the too-far-right direction that so many powerful idiots (Glenn Beck, Sarah Palin) have taken to promoting.  I didn’t mind if people who I went to school with knew this girl.  I didn’t mind if people I disagree with regularly, but still respect on the internet knew this girl.  I didn’t want my church to know that I was a “bad person”.  But I’m not.  I’m a good person.  I’m a damn good person.  I’m not better or worse than anyone else on this planet.  I am me.  And I’ve always liked me.  I don’t want to show some level of shame about myself when I have nothing to feel ashamed of.

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Say it with me: Libbbberrrrralllll

3
February

It is strange that so many don’t seem to realize that I am now and pretty much have always been an extremely liberal person.

That would be the statement that I placed on my Facebook account a while ago when I was inundated with requests from people from church to join things that were Yes on 8 and other stuff like that. I have written notes on Facebook that explain my position on certain things, i.e. welfare, socialism, etc. On my info page on there, I have on my profile’s political status as: Very Liberal. I don’t just say liberal, I add the absolute superlative of very. This was something that I put on there the first day I signed on to Facebook.

So, when I was getting onto the great ol’ FB today, what did my wandering eyes see:

Mo Brooks
Politician
You have been invited by ****** ******.
Would you like to become a fan?

NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! I know he’s a Mormon, but when it comes to politicians within the Church, my heart belongs to Harry Reid. Mo Brooks is opposed to Universal Health Care…that is not something that would endear me to him. This is a man who makes, at best, rude comments on illegal aliens, and, at worst, racist statements. Do I want someone who states that illegal aliens bring drug-resistant tuberculosis on his campaign page? (The only legitimate news story I could find was on someone in this country to study English, but I couldn’t find anywhere in the article where it said he was illegal.)

I do not like this man. I have never liked this man. I have repeatedly said that I do not like this man. What more do I have to do? Do I have to run for the House of Representatives in order to prove my liberalness?

I am posting this on my profile:

I would like to request that if you are going to send me something political, please keep in mind that I state on my profile in several places that I am extremely liberal. I typically vote Democrat, but I only do so because a vote for a third party would basically be a throwaway vote. I understand that this is an election year and many of you are excited about candidates that you support, but K.I.M. my tendencies.

I will probably lose friends, ones I know in real life, because an LDS from Alabama isn’t supposed to support the hippie-dippy lifestyle. Screwby, dawg!

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Apparently…

1
May

Apparently, I was asking for a pity party when I told el radio dude (he should enjoy that since he so loves anyone Hispanic) the 13 problems that currently and possibly will always plague my life. I didn’t tell him for sympathy. I didn’t tell him for anything other than the opportunity to answer a stupid question. He asked what was wrong with me. I told him. If he felt pity or anything of the sort, that’s his problem. I don’t feel sorry for me. I don’t feel like a victim or anything. Ooh, I have 13 problems…I’m sure there are people who have it worse. Some of them may only have one problem, and I would rather that they receive the attention for having massive issues than me. I would rather sympathy go to people who deserve it. I’m just a girl whose parents decided to have a child and decided to keep that child even when my mom’s body was trying to miscarry. That was a sign that there were going to be issues. I don’t blame my parents for my problems. I don’t blame God. I don’t blame the devil. I don’t blame anyone. It happened. I drew a short straw. I’m not sad about it. I would love to be one of those people who could go through a day without pain or depression or any of that, but if I did, then I would be miserable. I truly believe I would be miserable if I had it easy. That would take the intrigue out of my life. That would be boring.

My mom and I kind of talked about this today. This involves some LDS beliefs, so it may sound strange. Basically, we believe in pre-existence. Before we came to earth, we existed with God (I know, I’m a bad Mormon for not saying Heavenly Father, but I will rant on that topic another day). Well, my mom and I have always joked that before she came to earth, God asked her what she wanted to do with her life. She told him everything. That’s why she was given so many obstacles. Well, I apparently told him that I wanted challenges. I wanted life to be interesting. I wanted to learn what it was like to be a human…not one of those people who is “blessed” with an easy life. I wanted to get down and dirty with issues and problems. I wanted to experience what it was like to be in pain or depressed. I wanted to feel emotions and all that. I didn’t want to be denied the opportunity to leave this life without having an idea of what other people go through. (Of course, I was also blessed with the whole stubbornness of not wanting to have a blessing to rid myself of any problems, which some of my YSA friends don’t understand.)

I know I talk about having problems a lot on here, and I probably come across as the most miserable lout on the face of the earth, but I’m not. I’m 100% at peace with my life. I’m not necessarily perky and happy. I’m more cynically content. I rant on here about being in pain or upset because I have to have some place to do it. I try not to complain to anyone offline, mainly because it’s hard for anyone to understand. Most people try to relate, and with some of the stuff, it’s just impossible.

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Flighty? Me? Nuh-uh

28
June

Look, I’m sick of having to write NOTE AFTER NOTE in RHS’s diary & I haven’t finished the stuff I need to do on this account, so I’ll just get all opinionated here…

RHS:

My mother has been a Mormon since I was 10 years old. In fact, it was on the day of my 10th birthday party that she joined the Church. She educated herself greatly before she joined. She also educated me. I didn’t join because it didn’t feel right.

My father’s aunt decided that my mother was joining a cult and wanted to “save” our souls from being sucked out of God’s reach forever. (BTW – she’s a devout Southern Baptist…she also hates Catholics.) We both read the information she gave us, which was the information that you’re trying to give me.

I DID go to exmormon.org, but it reminded me of landoverbaptist.org and jesushatessmut.org…it wasn’t exactly something you’d take seriously if you were in my position.

I’ve researched and researched and researched the Church since I was 10 years old…I’m now 17. I’ve taken the investigation lessons twice. I’ve said both times that I am not currently feeling that it is the right church for me to join.

HOWEVER…

Just because it isn’t right for me that doesn’t mean I condemn it.

Mormons are Christian by simple definition. They follow and believe in Jesus Christ. You’ve never said why you think they aren’t Christians…you’ve just said that you’re right and I’m wrong. I’d like it if you’d back up your fight instead of waffling.

I am currently arguing this with you and someone who considered me to be her close friend until she found out that my mother is Mormon and that I don’t take crap from people who decide to belittle them. You know, it’s funny, you’re both 24, but you act like you’re about 12.

Anyways…

What I started this for, is that if you have nothing productive to say to me…then please quit responding to my entries, because quite frankly, I find you rude and I don’t like rude people. I don’t mind people disagreeing with me, but the way you’ve disagreed this time and in the past has really just pushed me to decide that if you continue to leave rude notes in any of my diaries, I WILL delete them. If they are well-constructed, they may stay…otherwise, you might as well find a new target to pick on.

I’m stubborn and I’m not changing my opinions for anyone…not even another redhead.

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