The other day Mr. Snitch saw me reading this blog and asked what I was reading about.
“Mormonism,” I said. “What else?”
“Ah,” said he. “Your hobby.”
My hobby? Is Mormonism really my hobby?
Oh my lord, I think it is.
I mean, I read books, but they’re often about Mormonism or religion in general. And I like to bake, but I don’t do it everyday. Mormonism is something I do every single day. I do yoga and run, but I listen to Mormon Matters while I’m running. (I also listen to music when I run, and Ke$ha, Rihanna, and Lady Gaga are not Mormon. So there.)
I would say that writing is my hobby, but what do I write about? Mormonism.
This might be more than a hobby. A lifestyle choice? An obsession? An addiction?
I’ve long since given up on “getting over” Mormonism. That’s not going to happen. I’ve given up on trying not to be interested in Mormonism. I like what I like. I also have a bizarre interest in Spanish Civil War history, the cinematic oeuvre of Ewan McGregor, and learning the accordion. I can’t explain any of this.
Well, I can explain the Ewan thing. He’s hot.
There are worse hobbies, right? Like meth, or being a Republican?
