Friends, Mormons, Countrymen
I was floored! I could hardly contain my excitement over being in touch with Sarah again. But what was this new world where people said whatever they wanted to the world? I didn't really know, but I wanted some.
In the few days prior to finding Sarah & her blog, I'd been realizing (again) that the combination of my clumsiness and terrible luck made the bad things happening to me quite funny. One friend told me, "I don't even remember what I laughed at before we were friends." So, why not share it with the world? The possibility of others receiving the joy that my friends did from my minor miseries might mitigate the fact that they actually happened to me. Maybe?
It was a perfect fit for me because like Sarah and Rebecca, I've always had a writing habit. During junior high and high school, it took the form of a journal. In college, it was my 10 pen pals, and later my email addiction (internet dating, anyone?). After college, though, I stopped writing, and there was a void.
I tried to fill that void by taking on responsibilities, thinking that I just wasn't busy enough. Not true. I thought that after I found the love of my life the void would be filled. It wasn't. My life changed and was improved, but there was something missing.
It was this. Writing. Knowing someone would read the things that I came up with and that they might think something new, laugh, be moved, or be moved to laugh.
But why here at Various Stages? I’m quite contented with my decision to leave the church. I’m happier this way, even though I know that it makes others feel that I am a “lost sheep.”
The problem is that I’ve got culture shock. It’s almost like I’ve immigrated to a new country. I have a great deal of knowledge and I still understand the culture, but I’m not moving back.
Various Stages is where I’ll talk with my former countrymen and my fellow immigrants. I look forward to the discussions we’ll have.