Do you ever feel like you're stuck? You know, stuck like doing the same things over and over only to come to the realization one day that something needs to change? Or maybe people in your life need to be changed? But, what can you change? Work, friends, activities, friends, cars, clothes, shoes, etc. or what if it's something you can't change b/c of the effect it will have on other people?
So anyways back to being stuck. I was a rebellious teenager (to say the least) I had lots of stupid rebellious fun back in the day. But, most of my rebellion stemmed from caring too much about other peoples opinion of me. I always wanted to be the fun and crazy girl, but not too crazy. For much of my teenage years I lived a double life, good little church girl on Wednesdays and Sundays and super bitch chick the rest of the days. This worked for me until about my junior year, when the parentals and others from church caught on. So then my rebellion deepened. I stopped attending church b/c of an adult who was constantly talking about me. She did everything she could to make me feel unworthy to be in church. (granted I wasn't doing what I was supposed to) She was YW leader and she made sure all the YW knew that I was an awful person. So instead of doing her part to nurture me and help me find what I was seeking she was pushing me to dislike my religion and all she stood for. She was so head strong to claim her place as the "leader" and she told me several times of her dislike for me. I was 16 years old and so from then on I was out to prove that I could be who I wanted to be and hang with who I wanted to hang with no matter the consequences. And I paid some pretty hefty consequences, but that's not my point here.
I just wanted to be me, but in the chaos of trying to figure out who that was I totally got lost. I was a natural born leader and somehow I had turned into the follower. I left behind the good friends for the not so good friends. I became the good friend to people who were not willing to return the favor in my times of need. I feel I am a good friend, but I lost out on something very special during my teen years. I pushed those who would truly be my lifelong friends away so that I could be "me". Sure I reclaimed a few of them and they know who they are.
I learned from that experience to harden myself a little. I don't get as close to women as friends as I used to. Because to me, they are all drama and dishonest and judgemental. I also learned to stand up for myself b/c if I don't who else is going to? If I don't want to do something, I'm not going to do it. If I have something to say, I'm going to say it with little thought or care as to who likes it or not. Because I would rather say what's on my mind than patrionize you with something that isn't honest or genuine. This offends many, wins the respect of many, leaves me to be judged by many and I'm OK with all of those things. I also learned not to be judgemental of people b/c you never know what they've been through in their lives to make them the way they are. Sure I form opinions about people and think they could be different or do better, but what could I be doing better? Maybe the things I may THINK they need to change are just what they need to keep them happy. Maybe it's not my business what they need to change, ya think?
Back to my teenage years and being judged so harsh at church. I went through years of denying church and doing whatever I could to rebel against it. When I finally hit my rock bottom and had to grow up fast, I realized that I needed it. I needed support, but I was scared I wouldn't get it b/c when I had needed it as a teenager it wasn't there. Well, it was, but it was in the hands of a monster! I struggled for years to try and forgive this person and I honestly still struggle with it. The one thing I came to realize though is that the church is perfect, but the people in it aren't. And then the most wonderful missionary came into my life, he passed no judgement on me. He made me understand that I needed to do what was right for me! And that those people who will judge me and look down on me had secrets and discretions just like I did. He helped me heal, helped me understand that my place in church was there and so was the support. From thousands of miles away he did for me what noone else could at that time. He helped me regain my testimony and he helped me find ME!
So tell me now as an adult, why am I having such a hard time with people from church judging me? I'm honestly back to the point of not wanting to go and lately that's exactly what I've done. But, I have kids to look out for and I know they need to be there. I just don't want to put up with the fake b.s. and politics of not being the Mormon others think I should be. I'm just over it! I'm not offended that they judge me as an adult, but it makes my temper flare and I will not be fake nice. I'm just trying not to kick a few self proclaimed Molly Mormons ASSES, mmmmmkay!
WOW! That was a looong post! Sorry!