Sunday, May 10, 2009

LESS MON

LESS MON.

As opposed to MORE MON. (Mormon).

I can't take it anymore.

I love my faith, don't get me wrong. I'm just one of those people who should NOT be allowed in public. And yes, I am a contradiction in terms. I hate being judged and labeled. Now, please, read as I label and judge others.....

My ward has finally been split. Now we have 'permanent boundaries' and should be able to stay as we are without being grown into over 1000 people again. I was excited to have a regularly sized ward. I am glad that we have our new building open now, and that we can walk to church again.

It kinda sucks that SOME people are still in my ward though, and I lost my totally RAD visiting teacher. The only one I've had in 7 years. Sigh. And it Really sucks that I don't have a calling, and that I have to go to relief society. What's now 'my ward' is full of THAT kind of lady....the middle aged, ultra spiritual, singing, crying, testimony bearing, kind. You know what I mean. The whispering, glancing, labeling, and judging kind. The kind that say things to you like 'O, yes, I've heard you just had a baby, and that you work outside of the home...' hee hee hee. Like REGULAR, NORMAL people say things like that. Get a freakin day pass into the REAL WORLD lady.

It happened. It was last Sunday. Two Women. A whisper. A glance. And an invisible, silent, crass label was sent my direction....right into my eyes. Oops. They quickly looked back at each other....with the thought....'O dear, she saw us talking......about HER.' I honestly find it pretty humorous, and splendid to watch as it so predictably unfolds. It's like a celebration in stepford ignorance. I can hear the rest of what they said.....'I just feel so badly for her.....judge judge judge......' Well, don't. I have a great life. One that you, miss Perfect, could NEVER juggle.

I was hoping it would be a little smoother.....but, WARD o MINE, here it comes. I think we're about to get to know each other a little better. You asked for it :)

You've heard the phrase 'Less is more'. Well, I'm getting so exhausted with the ULTRA MORE Mons out there. The ones that think they have to overwhelm us all with their Testimony EVERY fast Sunday, and the ones that HAVE to sing louder than anybody else, the ones that always have something to say and never have anything to hear, the ones that do the looking and the glancing, the ones who FEEL like they needed to talk to you today, the ones that get INSPIRED all the time - to do things like turn left instead of right, or clean today instead of weed - and then break into a major spiritual reflection...... the ones that act like they can't be around you because you aren't the loudest singer/frequent testimony bearer/compulsive hand raiser/MORE MON, and they fear they might seem LESS by being friends with anything less than a MORE MON.

Well, I declare myself a 'LESS is More' mon.

Unleash the LESS MON.

2 comments:

Mike and Audrey said...

Seeing as how I'm a More-Mon, and am a fantastic singer, the BEST testimony bearer, I have a FEELING you and I should...go shopping or something. :)(I don't know why I think I'm funny) No really, the ultra spiritual people kinda freak me out. Definitely the worst part of church is having to smile at all the crazies. GREAT POST

Brooke said...

I can't stand people like that. They are why Utah non-mormons will pretty much never give the church a chance. Thankfully my ward has only a small number of crazies. BTW I think it's awesome that you work. My mom worked as a school teacher my whole life and she was the most amazing woman I knew.