Crazy in Utah

I've met some weird people in my life. A lot of weird people. But, for some reason, Utah produces a kind of weirdness that would make even the most ardent pro-lifer stop and wonder if abortion is the right answer after all. Here's the pure, uncut conversation I had with someone here. Before you ask, yes, it was a woman (I should commission a study based around finding out what's wrong with Utah women.).

Her: What do you usually do when you get into a bad mood?
Me: Play fighting games or go for a walk.
Her: What fighting games? Exercise is mood-lifting.
Me: I'm playing Ultimate Marvel vs Capcom 3
Her: I used to play X-Men and Bloody Roar 3. But those are supposed to be violent. I liked them. Now I can't.
Me: you can't because they're violent?
Her: That's the rule.
Me: The rule for the house you live in?
Her: To avoid being taken by Satan or one of his demons. You may not believe this, but a demon visited me. They're scary. These habits may have gotten me in trouble: anger, expressing anger, astrology, alcohol, nicotine, possibly caffeine, and not going to church or doing anything religious.
Her: I think Mr. Cobain's after me. We're a bit similar, but I'm turning to God instead of Satan. I don't care what people say.
Me: Kurt? How's he doing? Haven't heard from him in a while.
Her: Not good so far. He's angry, so he made something crash. God will take me before he does.
Me: He should try some anger management classes, I hear they do wonders.