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RE: The Beer-Bellied Fundamentalist and I

in #life2 years ago

Ha, that is really funny about the Mormon guessing game. It is true that you can pick these folks out. There used to be a group of Mormons renting in my neighborhood while doing whatever it is they call their required witnessing far from home. I kind of miss those guys. Such characters. "Blissed-out" is the best possible phrase to describe these people. What comes to mind are the Jehovah's Witnesses. My acupuncturist that I used for years was a Jehovah's Witness. I recall once she posted an article at the front desk of her office that hated on holidays. I talked with her a teensy bit about it, and she said something like. "Yes, we don't celebrate holidays, but don't we look happy?" I kept my thoughts to myself, but I was thinking that their happiness looked like a grinning clown mask.

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Jehovas Witnesses are like Mormons on mood-stabilizers.

I kind of miss those guys.

If I ever was forced to be roommates with a devoutly religious person, it would probably be a smiley modern mormon.