Ok, here's my beef...
So being a single, LDS, adult living in the heart of Provo Utah comes with a pretty definite list of do's and don'ts.
- Do attend as many ward socials as possible.
- Don't publicize the fact that insanity is prevalent in your family.
- Do attend institute - everyone knows that is where you will meet your EC (for those of you who like me had no idea what this stands for it stands for Eternal Companion - ya, weird!)
- Don't forget your visiting/home teaching - it goes on your permanent record and makes you a bad marriageable prospect.
- Do meet as many people as possible - just like in the work world networking is the key to getting matched up and married.
Now while this is a very brief and incomplete version of the list hopefully you get the point but of all the things on the list the last one is one I have the greatest issue with. No matter who you meet, where or when you meet the first questions they ask are: What's your name? Where are you from? What are you doing here? It is usually the worst at the beginning of the semester, but not matter what time of year it is these are questions the average single, LDS, adult will be asked so many times we can't even keep track! No one wants to know things like: what is your favorite flavor of ice cream, what your favorite movie is, who your favorite artist is, what your favorite season is, or if you consider beautiful shoes one of God's great gifts to mankind - and I find that information so much more informative!
So, I propose that we do away with the mundane first conversation with its "first meeting questions" and just wear those heinous little tags that say "Hello! My name is" all the time and fill in all the required information. In the end I think we will all be happy to just move beyond those and get on with our lives.
7 comments:
Dear Allyson. Although I feel for your plight.... talk to me again when you have been doing the LDS single scene for another 12 YEARS! IT SUCKS!
ok, but if some man came up to you and started a conversation with you by asking about your fab-o shoes, wouldn't you be just the teensiest bit worried?
Ok, I will admit that my shoes being the FIRST thing a man notices might concern me but the sentiment remains.
And THIS is why I love you so!!!!
Oh Ally, How I love you!!! I think the name tags are so horrible... plus it really creeps me out when guys just come up and say "Hi Emily. How are you doing?" ... How dare you read my name tag!!! hahaha
Hello, my name is Wendy and I'm a run-down-housewife.
Emily dear, can I be invited to your blog?
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