My adventure in becoming a [Good] Mormon

Day 9 will momentarily be completed, but you won’t get to read it…Meh, maybe you will some day, but it is unlikely. Sorry, but it would be just a tad too personal.

Day 10- There is no one. All those I wished to talk to, I did.

Day 11- I don’t know any deceased people that I remember enough to want to speak with. I’ve only ever gone to three funerals and of all those, I was not close to any of the deceased. In fact, I barely knew any of them.

It took a lot of thinking to decide who to address for day 12. It also took a lot of deciding as to whether or not I’d privatize that too. Outside of my family, I’ve only ever told one person of this and, oddly enough, I only said it for marks and to be able to add another page onto my biography. It’s probably best I just get it all out with anyways, this project really seems to help me feel more relieved over everything;

Firstly, I didn’t hate you, I hated your condition. You were a fantastic person, on your good days.

Did you even know what you were doing? And why me? There were three others there. Not that I wished that on anyone else, but why choose me to be the receiver of that?

I don’t think you even know the repercussions of your actions.  Do you know how I got through your daily two plus hour sprees of screaming at me? I stared at one spot until I got dizzy and felt like I was going to pass out. And at that point, I was pretty much begging to be able to do so. Because then I wouldn’t have to listen to you. But, little did I know, because I did that, now every time someone raises their voice at me, I get unintentionally dizzy, no matter what. It’s like some fail of a self defense response. Thanks.

Do you remember always getting mad at me the next day after Tag would pick me up for telling him how my day was? Because that was always your reason for sitting me down to start screaming at me. I told my family how my day was and what I did. And you couldn’t stand the fact that I actually had something of a family to go home to at night. No wonder your kids wouldn’t talk to you. I can only imagine what they went through.

Maybe your occasional niceness was just some lame facade, because no one would believe me when I told them. I was told to stop complaining, that I was lucky that we finally found one who ‘wasn’t crazy’.

And no one would believe me that you were the craziest of them all.

You tried and failed miserably to break up everything good in my life. You tried to cut me off from my best friend and family. You’re unbelievable.

You’re very lucky my brother moved to Edmonton before the truth came out.

Maybe your desire for secrecy was because you were the biggest pot-head I’v ever seen. You are so amazingly irresponsible. You let me be around that.

Maybe it’s not just your condition I hate.

Day 1 — Your Best Friend
Day 2 — Your Crush
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

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