This is about me. This is not about you.

I was talking to some friends tonight and I realized that I wanted to have a blog where I could talk about and make observations about things that aren't necessarily welcome in most company.  I'm mainly talking about religion, but other things might come up as well.
The first thing I want to establish though is that this is about me.  This is not about you.  These thoughts about beliefs belong to me and while they may seem off to or might even offend you, it has nothing to do with you.  I am completely open to a discussion, but I'm not going to argue and more than likely you're not going to change my mind and I'm not even going to try and change yours.  Deal?  Deal.

To start this off, I'll give a little background.
I am a born and raised Utahn.  Up until I was 18 and went off to college, I lived in a 3 mile radius and was even born down the street from the house I grew up in.  Consequently, I went to college about 45 minutes away from where I grew up... still in Utah.  While at college, I met someone and got married.  Three years later, I found myself filing for divorce.
I was raised in the LDS church, but I do not consider myself a Mormon unless you want to talk about baptismal dates and whether or not I've removed my records from the church.  I'm sure as this blog goes on I will talk about specific reasons why I am no longer Mormon.  To be brief, I don't believe that it is true.
I have been a nonbeliever since I was 14 years old.  I stopped attending church when I went to college at 18. As of now at 23, my records still are in the church, but I consider myself officially out.
My exit from the church has not been traumatic.  I haven't been offended, I'm not just having a hard time because of my divorce, I don't want to sin, and I don't have a demon whispering things to me in my ear.  Are we clear?  Okay good.

To start things off, I will give you the final tipping of the scale for me in regards to deciding that I didn't believe the church was true.
Last November, while I was separated from my husband I moved in with my parents and attended church a couple of times.  I was sitting there in Gospel Principles listening to "The Fall of Adam and Eve" and the belief that basically God gave us two commandments that contradicted each other and basically either one we chose, we were screwed.

Which brings me to my first belief:  I don't believe in a God that would try to trick me.