I’ve made some progress since my post about why I don’t like death.
Every now and then I feel this glimmer of “It’s not such a horrifying thing that I’ll never see what becomes of the human race and that one day (and forever after that) my consciousness will cease to exist. That’s life, and when I’m dead I won’t know the difference.” Continue reading “Death II: deal with it!”
For that night’s dance, the last dance of the conference, Amy and I were more resolved than ever to talk to Y and Z and dance with them. This would be our last chance of the conference to get together with our true loves, and besides that our other prospects hadn’t really panned out. Read the rest of the story Â»
At breakfast Annette was ecstatically telling everyone about Tony, her new boyfriend. She recounted how she met him and how she’d asked him to dance and all that. It turned out that he was in the Crystal second ward, so he wasn’t too far away even if he wasn’t right next door. And they’d already exchanged phone numbers so that they could keep in contact after the end of Youth Conference. We all congratulated her and gushed about how very cute he was. At this point I had no reason to be jealous since I had met someone too.
Not to be outdone, as soon as her story started to wind down a bit I launched into my narrative about Bill. I skipped the parts about not hearing him and about computer networking and went straight to telling them about how cute he was and how much he seemed to like me. All the girls who had seen him agreed that he was very cute. Read the rest of the story Â»
I’ve told the story of my deconversion from Mormonism here, here, and here, but I haven’t quite explained yet how I got from there to atheism. Continue reading “How I became and atheist”
In my next class, “Sexual Purity,” they were bound to take attendance, so I couldn’t very well just not show up. I thought a bit about what the consequences might be if I were to skip one of my classes, but in the end, since I knew that some of my friends would in there with me, I decided to just bite the bullet and attend. Read the rest of the story Â»
The next morning over breakfast we compared notes on the dance. This didn’t take too long since no one had really met any serious prospects. The ones that were closest to finding a romance were Amy with Greg and her sister Alexandra with this guy Matt who was from Ely. But neither one of these was particularly promising since Greg was a non-member and Matt lived way on the other side of creation where Alexandra could hardly hope to see much of him. Plus he seemed like a bit of a hayseed. So when they had finished their stories, I recounted to them the whole situation with Tom and how Lara was leading him on just to get him to join the church. Read the rest of the story Â»
What’s in a name? 😉
Back when I wrote my handy guide to different types of Mormons I claimed that ex-Mormon and post-Mormon are just two words for the same thing. Since then, many people have told me that there’s a real difference between the two, namely that an ex-Mormon is someone who is angry and/or recovering whereas a post-Mormon is someone who has moved on. Continue reading “ex-Mormon vs. post-Mormon vs. DAMU”
We stepped out of the building and found a low brick wall that we could sit on with no one around.
“Well?” I asked.
“I’ve brought a little present that I was thinking we could give to Y and Z. I baked them a batch of delicious heart-shaped cookies.” Read the rest of the story ->
The very first thing I heard upon arriving at Youth Conference was a dirty joke.
Somewhere behind me in the long line of kids walking from the buses to the registration tables a boy’s voice said “Why did the condom fly across the room? — because it was pissed-off!” Not very funny, really, but it made me smile to myself. It seemed like a good omen for how the conference would go — hopefully not one hundred percent goodie-goodie. Read the rest of the story Â»
Who’d have thought a religious holiday would be so conducive to learning about science??
But we learned by experiment last year that leaving eggs in a water-and-vinegar solution degrades the shells, and we applied that knowledge to do a better job on our egg-coloring adventure this year!!! Continue reading “A Secular Family Easter!!!”