Family Home Evening
So I’m Mormon. We seem to be a bit of a hermit as a culture. We often only associate with other Mormons. This may be especially true for single Mormons who want to get married, as you’re not supposed to marry “outside the faith.” Even if you just want to go out on dates, you’re not supposed to do that outside the faith, since you might fall for someone and then marry outside. By the way, that may all seem nutty and dogmatic and closed-minded, but there’s a rhyme to the reason. If you’re interested to know the whys and wherefores, feel free to e-mail me.
In any case, I was at an activity tonight with about 200 other single adult members of the church. It’s called “Family Home Evening.’ It usually happens every Monday night in someone’s house and only involves their immediate family. For singles, though, who have yet to produce an immediate family, there are larger gatherings at the local church building, usually in a basketball gym/theater that is referred to as a “cultural hall.’
Tonight for Family Home Evening we had an open-mic night, which translated into layman’s terms is “singer-songwriter slow-moving love ballad night, with one poem and two white guys beat-boxing”. It wasn’t so bad, really, although I don’t know how singer-songwriters manage to get anywhere, given that their music tends to be so un-percussive and generally bland.
The thing that bugged me about tonight is that looking around the room, I was struck that I’m never going to stop being a single Mormon. Well…I suppose I could stop being Mormon first, and then perhaps I would be able to stop being single. If I maintain the Mormon-ness, though, I don’t know how I’ll ever meet someone I’ll actually WANT to marry.
This isn’t to say that there aren’t lots of beautiful girls, and lots of girls who are attractive in more ways than just beauty. There might even be a girl or two for whom I could fall. I just don’t think any of them will ever want my strange butt. I often think of myself as a social retard. I just seem to put people off. I don’t try to. I guess I’ve just never learned how to make them happy to be around me, so instead I make them uncomfortable.
So…alas. What’s a boy to do? Well…if he’s Mormon and making some attempt to follow the rules, he’s going to be a virgin for the rest of his life. That’s what he’s going to do. Yuck.
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