So I'm 19 and think I'm smarter than everyone else. I have these very strange meandering discussions with my friends about religion, relationships, friends, habits, politics (lots of that), essentially everything under the sun. I am the one Mormon in the bunch but I garner a lot of respect from them. I believe that our 4 hour discussions are really doing something, such as preparing me for teaching the gospel, helping the world, etc. And really they were, I was trimming my arguments, I was hedging my beliefs, everything was getting more refined as we discussed. I was a lean mean Mormon argument winning machine. Fallacies beware, I was on the lose.
I know I ruffled feathers at home with my sisters and even parents with my latest zany realizations. But if you're going to walk down this path those are inevitable I think. Anything and everything that our culture normalized and deemed "normal" I challenged. I was curious as to why we did the things we did and if we could just change the world would be fixed. Idealism was rampant, and I found myself alive in it. It was a great time.
My papers arrived 4 weeks to the day I sent them out. Dominican Republic it was. Spanish... I failed Spanish in high school, however, I felt like it would be okay for whatever reason this time, this time with the MTC and the Spirit it would be okay.
I said goodbye to everyone, kissed my girlfriend goodbye, hugged everyone and went upstairs to play some Battlefield with my brother (computer game, was a spectacularly good one). We played for about an hour and I went to bed. Gaming is how I got to know my brother, and my brother was and is a huge influence in my life. Gaming is also maybe a few posts on it's own, so I wont get into it.
This will probably be the most boring chapter, I didn't know how to start it or end it, and even the middle was lacking. However I just had to get it out of the way. I promise better next chapter: Chapter 2: The MTC
