A Mormon Off-Breed Sub-Genre

Okay. I first must say that I do not like being judged, and that I try not to judge others. I am not trying to fuel stereotypes here. I am just going to write a few things I have observed about a peculiar bunch of people I call, The Mormon Rebellioners. That is my disclaimer, this is my beef.

I am now a part of the work force. I don't know why I had to say it like that. Sometimes I try to sound smart, but don't be fooled. What I mean to say is that I got a job. I got me a job. Actually, I got help filling out an application and because someone (by an act of mercy) let me use them as a reference, I got a job. So I work at Brick Oven now.

I am training to be a server. I figure it will help me prepare for a mission, because on a mission you are serving food too, spiritual food. Anyways, it is cool and I am really grateful for the opportunity. There will most definately be a series of Brick Oven Blogs coming up.

As you probably know, (seriously, if you are one of the three people that read this, than you will know) Brick Oven is in the heart of Zoob town. I have discovered that there are many different Zoob cultures. All Zoobs are not created equally. I hope this term isn't offensive to anyone. I myself would love to be a Zoob and if my grades weren't so bad, I probably would be.

From my first day at Brick Oven, it was apparent that the Mormon Rebellion had infiltrated deep into the restaurant. I guess now would be a good time to identify what actually qualifies one to be a part of this Mormon sub-culture. If you can answer yes to 3 or more of the following questions, chances are, you are apart of the rebellion.

1. You say Eff, or Effin.

2. You participate in NCMO's. (Non-Commital Make Outs)

3. You get all hopped up on Bookoo's or other energy beverages.

4 You talk extra loud about your NCMO's so that the new boy at work (me) can hear you.

5. You say, "Thats what she said".

6. You listen to gangster rap.

7. Your idea of dancing is rubbing your body against someone while listening to gangster rap.

There are, of course, differing degrees of rebels. I myself have been known to participate in most of these activities since I have "come back". I am not guiltless. I used to worry that I would just become another jiggling blob formed from a Utah Valley Mormon Jell-O Mold. Ha Ha. Yes, I did just laugh at my own joke. I want to be cool too. satan (he doesn't deserve capitals) confuses me to think sometimes that being good is not cool. The world would tell you that making out with girls that you have no intention of having a relationship with is completely fine. The world would tell you that "that is what she said".

Why can't it be cool to memorize the Articles of Faith? Why can't it be cool to stand up and walk out of a movie that is inappropriate? Why can't it be cool to wear a one piece? Why can't it be cool to be good?

It can be, and it is. Let us raise up and be the salt of the earth, because if the salt looses its savor, what is it good for? If we, as Latter-day Saints, are acting just like everyone else, than we are going to taste just the same as everyone else. Okay so maybe no one is going to eat us and that was a bad analogy, but you know what I mean. I now realize that by rebelling so that I didn't have to fit into the "Peter-Priesthood" Jell-O mold, I am really just letting the world mold me into whatever it wants, and it is certainly not anything beautiful or cool. I used to think I was so cool, and then one day I woke up in Jail and thought to myself, "Hey, I bet I am one of the coolest kids in Jail!" What an accomplishment! I always wanted to be a spiritual giant in Jail!

What kind of world do we live in when we call someone's shoes, "Pimp", and it is a good thing? I say we sea what we can do to become more salty. Sea salty.