As you can tell from the title of this blog, I was forced to make it for class. My first ten or so posts are very boring because of that purpose. I don't suggest reading them.
Then, one day, I went to the beach and got stuck in a sand tunnel. The adventure was so all around interesting that I felt the need to share it with the world. So I came to this blog and I wrote.
Before that day, I didn't know that I actually could write, not in any interesting way at least. Before then, I didn't really even have any clue of the liberty that can be found through creative expression. And I had suddenly found my expression, found my voice, found my ability to portray myself and my mind through my words. It was exhilarating.
What followed was regular blogging, for quite some time. Then I played WoW for a year and stopped, well, everything except WoW. Then I was back! Then I tried to work two jobs, plan a wedding, enroll in and withdraw from grad school, and did not have time for blogging. My very, very few dedicated readers, mainly my mom, would remind me, "Oh, and we haven't seen a blog update from you in awhile." And I missed blogging.
One reason I didn't blog was because I never walked alone. I learned this the other day. I used to walk across campus on a regular basis, ride the bus, or work out regularly all while listening to music. This allowed my mind the necessary time to wander and find ideas for my blog. Then, I began a student internship, took walks with my dear friend Leah, and discovered that my iPhone had a Netflix app, which is far preferable to music. Movies are better at distracting me, and if I'm not distracted my mind keeps going back to the same, "This is not fun. Why am I on this elliptical again?"
The other morning, I was up early and the weather was gorgeous, so I went on a walk. During that walk, listening to music out of what used to be my headset for grad school (what happened to all of my headphones in the move? I used to own earbuds...) and wondering if all the cars driving by wondered why I had a microphone on my headset, I decided to write a blog about social anxiety disorder. I also came to the realization during that blog that walking is my inspiration. I think everyone has some sort of inspiration and a creative outlet to release that inspiration. Apparently, I haven't been blessed with any amazing, incredible talents. I will never create any sort of masterpiece that is remembered, or even one that makes money. I won't ever awe the world with my skills. But, if I find time to take a solitary walk with my headphones on and music playing, I can guarantee you that I will later be able to write a few words that allow you insight into the inner workings of my mind.
And now that my schedule is more free, now that I'm married and settled in with my husband Mike (husband!) I have free time. My blog readers (all three of you...) I'm back!
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Google Accounts.
I'm currently in the process of converting my old Google account, which was essentially firstnamelastname@gmail.com, to my new Google account, which is the same thing with my married last name. As soon as I was engaged, I created that account, just in case any other Andrea Kanises out there were in a hurry to claim that Google name. I'm also considering buying the domain name. Anyways, I'm in the process of trying to move all of my old Google info to this account, but Google doesn't have a simple "Move your account," button, so it's taking a few weeks. I've just moved this blog to my new email, which is why it was on my mind.
Anyways, now I'm married and all that. Let me tell you something I've learned about married life: it sounds very boring. I mean this honestly. People keep asking me, "How's married life?" My response is always, "Oh, it's good!" I'm not sure what else to say, maybe something like, "Yeah... not so great, really... starting to rethink my choices..." In all honesty, though, it is good. There's just nothing fun to say about it. Sometimes, when people press beyond the "It's good," response, I'll try to let them know what married life is like. Example:
"Well, I did change my legal name and my license. Luckily, it only took about 30 minutes at the DMV, can you believe it? I finally have a new driver's license without that terrible picture of me when I was 16 and hadn't done my bangs properly that morning. Oh, and Mike and I spent yesterday deciding whether it would be cheaper to put me on his dental insurance or mine. I've never had a cavity, but I don't feel comfortable going without dental insurance, this would certainly be the year I broke a tooth. We ended up going with the one offered by my work. Oh, and we finally set up my 401k. Want to hear about that?? Oh wait, maybe that's something your not supposed to talk about, like salaries and politics and whatnot. [Note: Once your an "adult" with adult jobs and whatnot, conversation DOES become more limited. It's frustrating, because suddenly these rules of etiquette about what you can and can't discuss apply.] Oh, and let me tell you about my job! I--"
I will cut my monologue off here, because the account handbook at work says that we need to be discreet about work in our blogs, but I can assure you that my job is not interesting. I have a very boring, normal sort of office job. While I do love my boring office job, I can promise you that it is not fun to talk about, as Mike can verify. I have spent many days telling him about the intricacies of how our company works, only to realize that he is in no way interested, nor would any normal person be.
Anyways, that's married life. I can tell you that it is quite a happy time, but it is not interesting to talk about.
Anyways, now I'm married and all that. Let me tell you something I've learned about married life: it sounds very boring. I mean this honestly. People keep asking me, "How's married life?" My response is always, "Oh, it's good!" I'm not sure what else to say, maybe something like, "Yeah... not so great, really... starting to rethink my choices..." In all honesty, though, it is good. There's just nothing fun to say about it. Sometimes, when people press beyond the "It's good," response, I'll try to let them know what married life is like. Example:
"Well, I did change my legal name and my license. Luckily, it only took about 30 minutes at the DMV, can you believe it? I finally have a new driver's license without that terrible picture of me when I was 16 and hadn't done my bangs properly that morning. Oh, and Mike and I spent yesterday deciding whether it would be cheaper to put me on his dental insurance or mine. I've never had a cavity, but I don't feel comfortable going without dental insurance, this would certainly be the year I broke a tooth. We ended up going with the one offered by my work. Oh, and we finally set up my 401k. Want to hear about that?? Oh wait, maybe that's something your not supposed to talk about, like salaries and politics and whatnot. [Note: Once your an "adult" with adult jobs and whatnot, conversation DOES become more limited. It's frustrating, because suddenly these rules of etiquette about what you can and can't discuss apply.] Oh, and let me tell you about my job! I--"
I will cut my monologue off here, because the account handbook at work says that we need to be discreet about work in our blogs, but I can assure you that my job is not interesting. I have a very boring, normal sort of office job. While I do love my boring office job, I can promise you that it is not fun to talk about, as Mike can verify. I have spent many days telling him about the intricacies of how our company works, only to realize that he is in no way interested, nor would any normal person be.
Anyways, that's married life. I can tell you that it is quite a happy time, but it is not interesting to talk about.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Social Anxiety Disorder.
In early college, I was diagnosed with Social Anxiety Disorder: An irrational fear of what other people are thinking, so strong that it interferes with daily life. One of the criteria is that the fear is so strong that the person realizes it is unreasonable. Have you ever had someone pass you giggling and you wonder if they are laughing at you? Imagine that everyone you fear that everyone you can see--regardless of their expression, of if they are looking at you--imagine that same feeling of, "Why are they laughing at me," amplified. That was my life. When I was diagnosed, my whole life suddenly made sense. It wasn't that everyone else was regularly more courageous than me or something, I just had some issues to work out. The treatment was simple. The doctor showed me that my fear was unreasonable and helped me realize why I was afraid. This, more or less, solved my problems.
However, I believe that my social anxiety caused my family some concern and confusion in my early life. They did not understand why I acted so unreasonably. There was a phase in middle school where I refused to go to ANY store with my family. Restaurants were entirely out of the question. Thus, I would like to post an insider's view into the thoughts of someone in middle school.
Imagine that you are a 14 year old girl and your mother is taking you grocery shopping. You don't want to go, but have to because it's on the way and she's not going to leave you sitting in the car that long. You walk into the store.
Oh no, why are there so many people here? Who wants to go shopping on a Tuesday afternoon anyways? Why are they looking at me? Oh, gosh, they must think that I look like an idiot. I wish I wasn't wearing a blue shirt--Mom, what are you doing? DON'T WALK TO THE CHEESE SECTION, MOM, PEOPLE CAN SEE US... oh crap, she's looking at the cheeses.. WHAT WILL PEOPLE THINK? Don't pick it up, please... DON'T ASK ME! STOP TALKING SO LOUD! PEOPLE CAN SEE US! They're going to think we're the silly people who have to discuss cheese choices... Maybe if I fold my arms tighter they'll stop looking at me. I wish I could just fade into invisibility... I do NOT like grocery shopping. AGH MOM STOP ASKING ME ABOUT BREAD, LETS JUST GO!
That was a regular day inside of my head. Here's another example. You're 18, in New York for the first time with your family, and your mom sees a little local breakfast shop and takes you all inside. You are asked what you want to eat. You stare at the guy taking your order blankly.
What do people eat in New York? Bagels? I've never really had much experience with bagels.. how do you eat bagels? What do you put on bagels? I really want pancakes. Nobody is ordering pancakes. I guess people don't eat pancakes in New York... If I order pancakes, will they think I'm fat? Can they tell I'm a tourist?
"Andrea, are you going to order?" asks Mom.
Oh, no, Mom, please don't ask me that, I just don't know.. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO ORDER BAGELS PROPERLY.
This story ends with Mom telling me to just go outside since I've become mute. I left the restaurant and cried. I intended this post to be humorous, a way to laugh at my past, but the more I write, the more serious I feel.
It's also strange because there are certain times or people that grant you immunity. Whenever I was with Dustin, for example, I had immunity. This was because, in my mind, nobody would judge Dustin poorly. Being with people like Dustin, Trish, Leah, or a few others, granted you so many cool points that nobody would think badly of you. It's strange how irrationally this fear works. Also, there were safe places. The choir room, for example, was somewhere that I was as outgoing as I wished. This was because I excelled at choir and everyone knew it. In that domain, I was on top, so there was nothing to fear. The rest of the world was full of terrifying strangers.
The therapist, a nice young grad student, helped me through my problems. She taught me to analyze my thoughts. Why do you think people are judging you? Do you judge everyone you see? Do you even pay attention to them? She even took me on a trip to the library where I followed her from a distance and acted ENTIRELY ridiculous, doing silly things like dropping her keys and asking for books and a turning point occurred in my life. Despite her ridiculous antics, nobody noticed. Or even cared.
It's funny to see the changes in my life. I can go shopping now. Do you realize how strange that is? I can go into a store and pick out clothes that I think are legitimately cute, not just clothes that I think would fade into the background. I can purchase these clothes. At restaurants, I don't get the most "normal" choice, I get what I really want to eat. I sometimes still have troubles going into new stores or trying new things, and sometimes it can be difficult for Mike and I to try new things, since he also suffered from Social Anxiety Disorder. But we help each other through it, and overall I'm much cured from where I was. I guess it was convenient that the solution was as simple as allowing someone else to help me reason through my thoughts. I wish all problems were that easy.
However, I believe that my social anxiety caused my family some concern and confusion in my early life. They did not understand why I acted so unreasonably. There was a phase in middle school where I refused to go to ANY store with my family. Restaurants were entirely out of the question. Thus, I would like to post an insider's view into the thoughts of someone in middle school.
Imagine that you are a 14 year old girl and your mother is taking you grocery shopping. You don't want to go, but have to because it's on the way and she's not going to leave you sitting in the car that long. You walk into the store.
Oh no, why are there so many people here? Who wants to go shopping on a Tuesday afternoon anyways? Why are they looking at me? Oh, gosh, they must think that I look like an idiot. I wish I wasn't wearing a blue shirt--Mom, what are you doing? DON'T WALK TO THE CHEESE SECTION, MOM, PEOPLE CAN SEE US... oh crap, she's looking at the cheeses.. WHAT WILL PEOPLE THINK? Don't pick it up, please... DON'T ASK ME! STOP TALKING SO LOUD! PEOPLE CAN SEE US! They're going to think we're the silly people who have to discuss cheese choices... Maybe if I fold my arms tighter they'll stop looking at me. I wish I could just fade into invisibility... I do NOT like grocery shopping. AGH MOM STOP ASKING ME ABOUT BREAD, LETS JUST GO!
That was a regular day inside of my head. Here's another example. You're 18, in New York for the first time with your family, and your mom sees a little local breakfast shop and takes you all inside. You are asked what you want to eat. You stare at the guy taking your order blankly.
What do people eat in New York? Bagels? I've never really had much experience with bagels.. how do you eat bagels? What do you put on bagels? I really want pancakes. Nobody is ordering pancakes. I guess people don't eat pancakes in New York... If I order pancakes, will they think I'm fat? Can they tell I'm a tourist?
"Andrea, are you going to order?" asks Mom.
Oh, no, Mom, please don't ask me that, I just don't know.. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO ORDER BAGELS PROPERLY.
This story ends with Mom telling me to just go outside since I've become mute. I left the restaurant and cried. I intended this post to be humorous, a way to laugh at my past, but the more I write, the more serious I feel.
It's also strange because there are certain times or people that grant you immunity. Whenever I was with Dustin, for example, I had immunity. This was because, in my mind, nobody would judge Dustin poorly. Being with people like Dustin, Trish, Leah, or a few others, granted you so many cool points that nobody would think badly of you. It's strange how irrationally this fear works. Also, there were safe places. The choir room, for example, was somewhere that I was as outgoing as I wished. This was because I excelled at choir and everyone knew it. In that domain, I was on top, so there was nothing to fear. The rest of the world was full of terrifying strangers.
The therapist, a nice young grad student, helped me through my problems. She taught me to analyze my thoughts. Why do you think people are judging you? Do you judge everyone you see? Do you even pay attention to them? She even took me on a trip to the library where I followed her from a distance and acted ENTIRELY ridiculous, doing silly things like dropping her keys and asking for books and a turning point occurred in my life. Despite her ridiculous antics, nobody noticed. Or even cared.
It's funny to see the changes in my life. I can go shopping now. Do you realize how strange that is? I can go into a store and pick out clothes that I think are legitimately cute, not just clothes that I think would fade into the background. I can purchase these clothes. At restaurants, I don't get the most "normal" choice, I get what I really want to eat. I sometimes still have troubles going into new stores or trying new things, and sometimes it can be difficult for Mike and I to try new things, since he also suffered from Social Anxiety Disorder. But we help each other through it, and overall I'm much cured from where I was. I guess it was convenient that the solution was as simple as allowing someone else to help me reason through my thoughts. I wish all problems were that easy.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Half Awake.
I am a morning person. Especially after my year of World of Warcraft, mentioned in previous blogs. After spending nights playing games until 8 am and sleeping through all daylight, I feel a little queasy if I sleep in past 9 am anymore, though I can sleep until 10:30 on really special occasions. Usually, I'd prefer suffer through being tired than sleep in so late anymore. Anyways, now I make it a point to be up as soon as I wake up the first time since I can no longer stomach waking up so late.
Unfortunately, even though I love the morning and being as the sun rises, my brain seems to function quite differently than the rest of my body. In the mornings, I don't think my brain fully becomes conscious for quite a few hours. I will text a friend, write an email, or even this blog, only to read it at a later date and say, "...What?"
So here I am, drinking my coffee on a partly cloudy day, waiting for the day to really begin. I actually just got off of theknot.com, where I'm following their wedding checklist. I am at 60 days to go! Thinking of my wedding caused me to reminisce about Leah's wedding, which made me realize what a different person I have become. First of all, I can no longer deny that I live in Tallahassee. All college, due to dorm life forcing me to Deland in the summers, I always felt mixed about where I lived. Now, having not lived in Deland for about a year and a half, I clearly live in Tallahassee. Also, I realized I am undeniably an adult. I know that all of my peers and I constantly talk about how we still don't always feel like "grown-ups." I guess, what with there always being someone older out there, we never really will. But here I am, 22 years old with a Bachelors, engaged to a man with a Bachelors and a real job, realizing that I am an old, grown up adult. It happens so slowly that it takes me be surprise. I can't see the day to day changes, but I compare myself to just a few years ago, and I can tell that I've changed, little by little.
And it scares me to know that I'm going to keep changing, keep growing, for as many years as I have left. When I was four, thirty minutes felt like such a long time. When I was a teenager, thirty minutes didn't feel nearly as long. Now, an entire day can pass by and I've barely noticed it. The older I get, the more time is speeding up and taking me along with it, faster and faster. I grow older and older before I've had time to appreciate the changes, until one day I'll wake up after years have passed, with a whole lifetime to look back on. I'm excited for the future, of course, but I'm scared of the time that has to pass to take me there.
This post has taken some interesting turns. I'll stop writing now, since I'm sure I've already thoroughly perplexed a more awake version of myself who will read this later.
Unfortunately, even though I love the morning and being as the sun rises, my brain seems to function quite differently than the rest of my body. In the mornings, I don't think my brain fully becomes conscious for quite a few hours. I will text a friend, write an email, or even this blog, only to read it at a later date and say, "...What?"
So here I am, drinking my coffee on a partly cloudy day, waiting for the day to really begin. I actually just got off of theknot.com, where I'm following their wedding checklist. I am at 60 days to go! Thinking of my wedding caused me to reminisce about Leah's wedding, which made me realize what a different person I have become. First of all, I can no longer deny that I live in Tallahassee. All college, due to dorm life forcing me to Deland in the summers, I always felt mixed about where I lived. Now, having not lived in Deland for about a year and a half, I clearly live in Tallahassee. Also, I realized I am undeniably an adult. I know that all of my peers and I constantly talk about how we still don't always feel like "grown-ups." I guess, what with there always being someone older out there, we never really will. But here I am, 22 years old with a Bachelors, engaged to a man with a Bachelors and a real job, realizing that I am an old, grown up adult. It happens so slowly that it takes me be surprise. I can't see the day to day changes, but I compare myself to just a few years ago, and I can tell that I've changed, little by little.
And it scares me to know that I'm going to keep changing, keep growing, for as many years as I have left. When I was four, thirty minutes felt like such a long time. When I was a teenager, thirty minutes didn't feel nearly as long. Now, an entire day can pass by and I've barely noticed it. The older I get, the more time is speeding up and taking me along with it, faster and faster. I grow older and older before I've had time to appreciate the changes, until one day I'll wake up after years have passed, with a whole lifetime to look back on. I'm excited for the future, of course, but I'm scared of the time that has to pass to take me there.
This post has taken some interesting turns. I'll stop writing now, since I'm sure I've already thoroughly perplexed a more awake version of myself who will read this later.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Presidents.
This is in no way an offensive post. So I hope. Let me also add, before anyone thinks that I'm a heathen, that I believe completely that Christianity is the way to live my life religiously. Additionally, I have done absolutely no research and this article in no way is referring to anything about my voting. I'm just elaborating on a thought. Now I am going to speak politically.
I've started doing this thing where I work out in the mornings before work. It has the advantage of giving me more time to do nothing in the afternoon, though I go to sleep earlier. During this workout time, I've decided to start watching the news. I'm killing two birds with one stone.. Although the news isn't really improving my brain. Especially the 6:30 news. I'm pretty sure the 7 am news called dibs on the good stories, and we're left with things that are so breaking that they will shock you every time, or things so mundane that you don't know why you're watching the interview. I also read my Discovery news app while eating breakfast, which is much more interesting and much less relevant to anyone's life.
Anyways, today there was an interesting comment. Apparently, there's all these people who want to be president. One of them is Mitt Romney, a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Then there are some other people: someone who owns a pizza shop and someone who doesn't like Mitt Romney. I only vaguely paid attention. Now, this one guy decided to remind us all that Mitt Romney is a Mormon, which must mean he is part of a cult, and is completely unfit to run our country.
Now, I am not a member of the LDS church. My best friend, Jess, is. I've met plenty of "them Mormons," in my time. And I want to tell all you Romney-haters out there something. If you want to dislike him on some sort of political grounds or something about the way he feels about running the country, I don't care. However, I see no reason to hate the guy for being part of a church. Firstly, it's not a cult. There are some sects that aren't part of the church, but he shouldn't' be affiliated with them. I'd certainly hate it if anyone affiliated me with any Baptist person who ever did something insane for the sake of religion. I think most people get freaked out cause the Mormons believe in things with which they aren't familiar. Well, to a complete outsider, we'd look pretty odd closing our eyes and raising our hands to a piece of cross-shaped wood with a dying man attached. And don't tell me I'm being sacrilegious with that comment. To us, it's sacred. To an outsider, it might be bewildering. So don't give them crap for having different traditions. (Note: I would have a problem with a religion that involved live sacrifice or arson or something. However, that is most definitely not the case here.)
That aside, what is wrong with the Mormon people, exactly? I've met them. They're awesome! They're one of the most open, welcoming religions I've met. They're kind and friendly and pretty straightforward. If anything, they are more accepting than any other church about the fact that I'm not one of them (Note: I am making no statement about their beliefs or how I feel about the Mormon beliefs. This is because I feel that their beliefs won't hinder them from successfully running a country.) And when it really comes down to it, I think our country could use some of that (among other things.) We need to get out of this idea that Christianity is "the" religion. We all have freedom of religion. We all have the right to choose whatever religion we want. That right gives us the option to be any religion and worship freely, be it Christianity or Islam or Judaism or Atheism. The fact that our country has long had this idea that "Christianity is the only way," is stifling one of the core freedoms that built our country. The fact that someone is using another person's lack of Christianity as a flaw in an attempt to jeopardize his campaign is appalling.
Why is it that the majority always has to hate the minority? We hated the African-Americans. We hated the Native Americans. We hated the Irish Catholics. We hated the Japanese during WWII. We then decided to be more open minded and judge people on their chosen beliefs rather than their genetics. So then it was Islam that we hated. Now, we target LDS. We, the Caucasians, the Protestants, the majority in America, feel the need to hate anyone who is different than us, especially when we feel our majority-ship is being threatened. Have you heard the statistic that white people won't be the majority as of 2020 or some such year? So, what? What difference does that really make?
If you don't want to vote for Mitt Romney because of his political beliefs, that's fine. If you don't want to vote for him because you feel, as a Christian, it's not the right thing to do, I understand that, though I don't agree. If you choose to proclaim to everyone else that he's unfit to be a politician because of his religious beliefs, then I think maybe you need a better campaign argument.
Jess, may you and your fellow LDS people know that you are admired and loved.
I've started doing this thing where I work out in the mornings before work. It has the advantage of giving me more time to do nothing in the afternoon, though I go to sleep earlier. During this workout time, I've decided to start watching the news. I'm killing two birds with one stone.. Although the news isn't really improving my brain. Especially the 6:30 news. I'm pretty sure the 7 am news called dibs on the good stories, and we're left with things that are so breaking that they will shock you every time, or things so mundane that you don't know why you're watching the interview. I also read my Discovery news app while eating breakfast, which is much more interesting and much less relevant to anyone's life.
Anyways, today there was an interesting comment. Apparently, there's all these people who want to be president. One of them is Mitt Romney, a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Then there are some other people: someone who owns a pizza shop and someone who doesn't like Mitt Romney. I only vaguely paid attention. Now, this one guy decided to remind us all that Mitt Romney is a Mormon, which must mean he is part of a cult, and is completely unfit to run our country.
Now, I am not a member of the LDS church. My best friend, Jess, is. I've met plenty of "them Mormons," in my time. And I want to tell all you Romney-haters out there something. If you want to dislike him on some sort of political grounds or something about the way he feels about running the country, I don't care. However, I see no reason to hate the guy for being part of a church. Firstly, it's not a cult. There are some sects that aren't part of the church, but he shouldn't' be affiliated with them. I'd certainly hate it if anyone affiliated me with any Baptist person who ever did something insane for the sake of religion. I think most people get freaked out cause the Mormons believe in things with which they aren't familiar. Well, to a complete outsider, we'd look pretty odd closing our eyes and raising our hands to a piece of cross-shaped wood with a dying man attached. And don't tell me I'm being sacrilegious with that comment. To us, it's sacred. To an outsider, it might be bewildering. So don't give them crap for having different traditions. (Note: I would have a problem with a religion that involved live sacrifice or arson or something. However, that is most definitely not the case here.)
That aside, what is wrong with the Mormon people, exactly? I've met them. They're awesome! They're one of the most open, welcoming religions I've met. They're kind and friendly and pretty straightforward. If anything, they are more accepting than any other church about the fact that I'm not one of them (Note: I am making no statement about their beliefs or how I feel about the Mormon beliefs. This is because I feel that their beliefs won't hinder them from successfully running a country.) And when it really comes down to it, I think our country could use some of that (among other things.) We need to get out of this idea that Christianity is "the" religion. We all have freedom of religion. We all have the right to choose whatever religion we want. That right gives us the option to be any religion and worship freely, be it Christianity or Islam or Judaism or Atheism. The fact that our country has long had this idea that "Christianity is the only way," is stifling one of the core freedoms that built our country. The fact that someone is using another person's lack of Christianity as a flaw in an attempt to jeopardize his campaign is appalling.
Why is it that the majority always has to hate the minority? We hated the African-Americans. We hated the Native Americans. We hated the Irish Catholics. We hated the Japanese during WWII. We then decided to be more open minded and judge people on their chosen beliefs rather than their genetics. So then it was Islam that we hated. Now, we target LDS. We, the Caucasians, the Protestants, the majority in America, feel the need to hate anyone who is different than us, especially when we feel our majority-ship is being threatened. Have you heard the statistic that white people won't be the majority as of 2020 or some such year? So, what? What difference does that really make?
If you don't want to vote for Mitt Romney because of his political beliefs, that's fine. If you don't want to vote for him because you feel, as a Christian, it's not the right thing to do, I understand that, though I don't agree. If you choose to proclaim to everyone else that he's unfit to be a politician because of his religious beliefs, then I think maybe you need a better campaign argument.
Jess, may you and your fellow LDS people know that you are admired and loved.
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