01;; welcome to the jungle
I'm not the typical sort of guy you would expect to be on a mission, to be honest. I've done some bad stuff in my life. A lot of it. But it's not like I had the guidance most Mormons have.
I wasn't brought up in the church. My family didn't go in for all that. I didn't for a long, long time. Too much bad stuff goes on the world for there to be a God, right? Too much bad stuff went down in my life... so that's what I believed. It was easier. Though the unfortunate thing about being an athiest was I didn't have anyone to blame - so I shifted it all to my family.
They weren't bad people, as such. At the time I thought they were but I've learned to forgive them. Sorta. Just lazy, just... busy? They were never there, and I guess that's cool. It means I never got yelled at for the crazy crap I got up to.
I slept around, I skipped school, I failed a lot, I stole stuff, I drunk, I did drugs, I smoked, I got into fights... everything you can think of, I did it.
And it's not even like I was in any particularly hard area! Huntington Beach isn't exactly notorious for it's evil ways.
But then I met someone. A girl. In the library. Me and my boys used to trash it, yanno. We'd slump across tables and smoke and yell and cat call at people. Most chicks would laugh and egg us on - we weren't bad looking guys - but she'd just raise her eyebrow, shake her head and walk off.
So I started bugging her, irritating her... like you do. I eventually found out she was a member of some strange cultish church. Things happened and I ended up going.
I changed crowds, I changed my life, I got baptised. Because wow... this was actually explaining a lot. It brought peace to the world I lived in. It made me a calmer person. I became less annoyed, less frustrated... I had anger management issues and they've faded.
I'm ashamed of what I was. But I think with everything I've done since... that's all void now.
As soon as I joined I decided I wanted to do a mission. Even if it's just an excuse to travel. And then I ended up other side of the country, hah. Not the best opportunity, but hey, Utah's a pretty gorgeous place. So here I am. I'm not sure what I think of it yet... it's... tiring. Monotonous. But everyone says I'll get something out of it so I'll perservere.
I fucking hate not being able to fucking swear in my own fucking journal. Fucktards.
Peace out.
- Elder Sanders.
I wasn't brought up in the church. My family didn't go in for all that. I didn't for a long, long time. Too much bad stuff goes on the world for there to be a God, right? Too much bad stuff went down in my life... so that's what I believed. It was easier. Though the unfortunate thing about being an athiest was I didn't have anyone to blame - so I shifted it all to my family.
They weren't bad people, as such. At the time I thought they were but I've learned to forgive them. Sorta. Just lazy, just... busy? They were never there, and I guess that's cool. It means I never got yelled at for the crazy crap I got up to.
I slept around, I skipped school, I failed a lot, I stole stuff, I drunk, I did drugs, I smoked, I got into fights... everything you can think of, I did it.
And it's not even like I was in any particularly hard area! Huntington Beach isn't exactly notorious for it's evil ways.
But then I met someone. A girl. In the library. Me and my boys used to trash it, yanno. We'd slump across tables and smoke and yell and cat call at people. Most chicks would laugh and egg us on - we weren't bad looking guys - but she'd just raise her eyebrow, shake her head and walk off.
So I started bugging her, irritating her... like you do. I eventually found out she was a member of some strange cultish church. Things happened and I ended up going.
I changed crowds, I changed my life, I got baptised. Because wow... this was actually explaining a lot. It brought peace to the world I lived in. It made me a calmer person. I became less annoyed, less frustrated... I had anger management issues and they've faded.
I'm ashamed of what I was. But I think with everything I've done since... that's all void now.
As soon as I joined I decided I wanted to do a mission. Even if it's just an excuse to travel. And then I ended up other side of the country, hah. Not the best opportunity, but hey, Utah's a pretty gorgeous place. So here I am. I'm not sure what I think of it yet... it's... tiring. Monotonous. But everyone says I'll get something out of it so I'll perservere.
I fucking hate not being able to fucking swear in my own fucking journal. Fucktards.
Peace out.
- Elder Sanders.