Optical Allusionist

July 2, 2007

I've begun to live the life of a "lookin' for love" single young adult. Not that *I* am looking for love juuuuust yet. Just being controversial, stereotypical, y'know, the whole bit. Over the past two weeks at work, I swear I've heard more downsizing jokes about being in the singles ward than I've heard in my entire 18 years... or, those dating (pardon the pun) until high school graduation. But I don't know. I'm likin' it pretty well, this whole stick-together-we're-18-to-30 kind of mentality. I swear, I've been busier the past week or so than I have the entire summer (yes, girls camp included) due to being in the singles ward. What, with Ward Prayer, institute, family home evening, and other activities, I'm practically drowning myself in fun.

I'm not an expert in Singles Wards' Status, and by that I mean: We seem like a pretty freakin' spiritually bonded ward, but I, naturlich, have nothing else to compare it to.... well, okay, except my old ward, but... well, it almost doesn't count. (does it?) But y'know what's the most different? People are glad to see me there. And I don't mean "Sister Fugal was glad to see me at church today" kind of 'glad to see me there.' I mean, "These guys are my age, my status, they know it, they don't know me, and they're STILL glad to see me there" kind of 'glad to see me there.' Honestly, it's nice to have a couple people to fall back on- like Lyndsi Bromley, for instance. It's also nice to see both Lyndsi and me being drawn into a narcotically soothing bond of friendship and acceptance. And WHAAT acceptance!! I haven't felt more loved or accepted by people ON this earth in a long time, and I hadn't realized how much I'd been missing it. I've had so many problems with perfectionism, and never, ever being satisfied until I was perfected, that to feel like people like me- I mean, really getting to like me- when I mess things up every now and then. In the past three weeks, I've been happier than I have in a long time.

A lot of that, however, is the fact that I've overcome a lot concerning Mike. I feel better about myself and him and... *happy sigh* everything. (no, i am not stoned- which, in fact, quick fact: koala bears are always at a low-level high because eucalyptus - the stuff they eat- has a narcotic in it!!!!!!!!! the things you learn at work. lol) And I feel good about finishing out the help I need with this, and am impressed with the strength and perseverance I found I had last summer, but mostly just thankful to the Lord and the love he's shown me and the courtesy and patience. Isn't it funny? Funny how things that were so wrong can turn out so right. I'm doing so good... So, now that I've put fair due to where dues must be met- I meant dealing with mike- I just want to continue in my joyness over Singles Ward.

Just one second... "joyness"? isn't that from, like, Charlie the Unicorn or something. Oh dear, maybe Matthew was right (my boss) I need to broaden myself. Lol.

God bless his singles ward!! And God bless America's original ideals as we approach the anniversary of our country. But remember: it's the ideals that matter, a whole lot more than America itself. America will only be a good country as long as it sticks to the ideals of a good man, and of God.

And thanks to all you singles ward peoples that make it better to all new-coming, and old-staying singles ward peoples just by being a friendly, non-judgmental being. :)