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Show 49 the answers to those problems, just that I pay more attention to the kinds of places those comments are thrown around. In the spotlight booth of the auditorium during Light and Sound class, for example. Dudes get high and then start talking about how fucked up Mormonism is. Fine. But I'm finding the only thing more boring than Mormon martyrdom is ex-Mormon martyrdom. So I started to feel bad about annoying my parents and sort of dissing my mom, and now I'm back to missing church the old way: by getting sick an uncanny number of Sundays. In turn, they let the excessive sicknesses slide so I don't go total heretic on them again. I'm not sure what to do with the sacrament when it reaches me. Some weeks I take it, some I don't. Hunger is a factor, along with my sense of spiritual self-worth for the week. This week I pass it to my brother without taking any bread. It is the first Sunday of the month, which means after the sacrament is passed, it will be time to hear the testimonies of the congregation. I never waste sick days on testimony meeting. Regular sacrament meeting is set up this way: your basic organ accompaniment and Sister Parry singing with too much emotion, unnecessarily raising her voice an extra octave instead of just mulling through the song with everyone else. Then the partaking of the sacrament, a few scheduled talks, another song, a closing prayer. But during testimony meeting, it's open forum after the sacrament. In our ward, that means Sister Eldridge time. She walks up every week, and the person who stands up at the same time to share her testimony now acts like she was just tying her shoe. This is because Sister Eldridge tends to talk |