Monday, November 9, 2015

Judging Judgers


I like to think I'm an open-minded person.
I have to be. My life/kids/family is a mess.
And by mess, I mean awesome.

But seriously, I definitely admit I have faults. A lot.

I really try not judge people. I've lived outside of Utah and traveled all over the United States and 15 other countries and feel like I accept other cultures.

Even the ones that have thong underwear in their candy machines. Yes, I'm talking about you small town in Italy.



Throughout my life I have never experienced anything like Salt Lake County, Utah.
I lived in Salt Lake from the time I was 10 years old to 21 years old, so I have never lived here a real adult.

 Utah has a lot of Judgers.

I don't know why I feel there is a lot of judgement going on around here. Maybe it's the large amount of Super-Religious people, maybe because being Mormon in another state is an entirely different experience, maybe it's because I'm socially retarded.
Probably the last one.


What really pisses me off is that the judgers judge everyone then I judge them for judging. It's a vicious cycle.





I don't like to judge people for realsies. I hate it. It takes too much energy that I could be spending on other things like:
  • Watching Barney
  • Cleaning the goldfish crackers stomped in my carpet
  • Washing my sheets since I drooled chocolate on them last night
  • Writing smart-a*$ comments to my sister, Megan's, friends on Facebook
  • Taking my monthly shower
  • Pretending to cook by buying pre-made food at the store
  • Making creepy mini-donuts with Cryin' Ryan



I like to make fun of people while generally accepting them.

Freaking Utah.

I need to figure out a way to stop judging all the judgers.
I think I will use my Mormon Girl Super Powers and make them some rice krispie squares and jello salad.




I could also put some homemade crafts everywhere in my house and get some spiritual vinyl quotes to put on my walls.





Sorry for judging you judgers.


I'm glad I live in the suburb city of Herriman. I think people out here are cooler than other places. I actually like the people I know here. Not that I hang out with them that much due to my anti-social-ness.

I like it here even though we went swimming at the Rec Center last night and a kid pooped in the pool.


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