I have always liked Conference, I enjoy listening to the heartwarming stories and well wishes spoken by wise men that are experts in spirituality. I like participating in the ritual of nationwide pajama church. So--- I meant to listen to it, it was playing in the background while I was working on my website. I thought I could multitask, but honestly I don't think I absorbed anything, HTML world was too strong. BUT I will tell you this. After a nice weekend, of being uplifted by osmosis, I did feel good about the church. I heard tidbits of things like "poverty is less prevalent where marriage is prominent," and "its never too late." I was happy.
Then Sunday night came. To keep it short, I was wakened by loud sex happening in the room next to mine (New York thin walls...). I thought it would only last about 10 minutes, but by 2am I was furious. I put had in earplugs and pulled pillows over my head and NOTHING could block it out. I didn't want to listen to music or a movie because I just wanted to sleep. In my heart racing anger, thoughts went through my head- if I lived with Mormons this wouldn't happen, this is my punishment, if this is what life is like outside the church, I want no part of it. It followed up with hating on casual sex, hippies, Craigslist 420 friendly deadbeats with cats, Obama, and New York. It was 3 in the morning at that point and I think I can take most of it back, but that morning I got on Craigslist to search anywhere but Williamsburg and put in the keywords "no pets."
I hope I can find a new apartment, somewhere that the roommates agree no one wants to hear you smashing your uglies all night.
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