Date: October 24, 2013 10:41PM
I'm actually relieved that other people feel this way around groups of Mormons. I thought I had "social anxiety disorder" or paranoia, or something. However, I deal with people all day at work, and I enjoy going to parties. I'm friendly, but I say very little around Mormons. Any information they try to get from me will work to my detriment, or will elicit an answer such as, "If you went to church, your life would be even better."
You are right to listen to your gut reactions, and to be wary. Mormons know no boundaries, and ask personal questions, such as:
"How much money do you make?"
"How much did your son pay for his house?
"When is your daughter planning on having another baby?"
"Are you going to sell your house anytime soon?"
I'm a great neighbor (our house is the neatest one, and we are very quiet) and a good person, and I don't deserve to be maligned and disrespected. Some of these Mormon neighbors pushed and kicked my sons, just because they were late for priesthood meeting. The bishop's ugly older son tried to molest my little girl at a church campout. A wife accused me of pursuing her husband (he was icky, and I never would have wanted him), a mother said her daughter couldn't come to my daughter's overnight party, because "there was no priesthood in the home." When her daughter invited my daughter to play, I said I would not allow it "because you keep guns and ammunition at your house, and your daughter took a loaded gun to school."
If you seriously (and I suppose this is being judgmental) evaluate each Mormon in the group as an individual, to see which people you share common interests with, which people are honest, which people you can trust with confidential information, which people you can leave alone with your children, which people are not putting their cult above friendship and loyalty--well--you might not choose many of these to be your friends.
After trying for many years to salvage my closest Mormon neighborhood relationships, I ended up with zero. Even after all these years of personal success, and success, I cringe in the presence of Mormons.
I love the story about the handbag! That says it all! Just keep running, and let them keep it. Many of us lost more than just a handbag!