Going to the temple is really hard for me. It's hard for me to sit still. It's hard for me to get answers.

 

 On Saturday, I went to the temple, and the person in front of me had this pukey smelling perfume that made me want to throw up.

 

 The person next to me was cracking their knuckles, which made me want to stab my eyeballs out, and the guy across the way was talking so loud and wouldn't stop talking that I couldn't even think.

 

 As all of these things are happening simultaneously, I began to cry. I thought, why am I even here? It's hard to fill the spirit when you're so frustrated and irritated, and I knew that that was my issue, not theirs.

 

 People are people. They're going to show up the way they're going to show up. But it was a frustrating experience for me.

 

 Then, you know, I think it's so ironic that I teach people how to find answers in the scriptures. And a lot of the times when I open m...