A Discourse
Today, Jehovah's witnesses came to the door.
I always manage to answer the door when they come.
Actually, if I'm home, I'm usually the one who answers the door, period.
So Jehovah's Witnesses.
I have to admit, I don't mind speaking with them.
I usually talk to them for a couple of minutes.
This time, a man and what appeared to be his son, were making the rounds.
They both had grey slacks on, white shirts, and dark ties.
Both carried briefcases.
The man greeted me and started talking, very briefly, about the state of the world and terrorism.
And he asked me, "Well, when do YOU think terrorism will end?"
It didn't take me long to formulate an answer.
"I think terrorism will continue as long as there's disruption in the mid East."
"That's right," he said.
He began to hand forward a pamphlet entitled "Will terrorism end?"
All of a sudden my dad appeared from another room and began, "Sorry, but we don't really want-"
And then I cut him off.
"Dad, it's okay. We can take some information about it."
And then something really strange happened.
There might have been a few seconds of awkward silence, when the Jehova's Witness man said,
"I really like your front porch."
He proceeded to ask my dad about the material it's made from- apparently a wood alternative.
He asked if my dad likes the porch and if he built it himself.
"Yes. But with some help from a couple of friends."
"Nice. Well, okay. Have a good day." The father and son left our porch.
Later I told my parents that they would never have to bail me out in that situation again.
I'm perfectly okay talking to Jehovah's Witnesses.
I've always gotten along with my parents.
Somewhere in high school, I think they stopped understanding my every point of view.
But that's okay.
You shouldn't have to understand your children on every single thing.
That would be mentally exhausting.
I mean, of course you should try to be on the same page on important things, especially on matters of safety and well being.
But when you make them follow you politically and heck, even logically, they become mini-you's and lose their individuality.
Oh, I'm an individal alright.
Yeah and Justin is, too.
My conservative parents bred two liberal-minded musicians.
Haha.
Oh what the who. I can sit back nice and easy, smile and say, "HAHA! I'm liberal-minded."
I didn't live through the most turbulent decade in American history.
Justin didn't pack up for Vietnam at 19 like my dad did.
I don't have to watch it every single day like my mom did.
You always have to consider past, present, and future, when forming, and sharing, your views on such political issues.
Be careful.
Because everyone has had different experiences.
I always manage to answer the door when they come.
Actually, if I'm home, I'm usually the one who answers the door, period.
So Jehovah's Witnesses.
I have to admit, I don't mind speaking with them.
I usually talk to them for a couple of minutes.
This time, a man and what appeared to be his son, were making the rounds.
They both had grey slacks on, white shirts, and dark ties.
Both carried briefcases.
The man greeted me and started talking, very briefly, about the state of the world and terrorism.
And he asked me, "Well, when do YOU think terrorism will end?"
It didn't take me long to formulate an answer.
"I think terrorism will continue as long as there's disruption in the mid East."
"That's right," he said.
He began to hand forward a pamphlet entitled "Will terrorism end?"
All of a sudden my dad appeared from another room and began, "Sorry, but we don't really want-"
And then I cut him off.
"Dad, it's okay. We can take some information about it."
And then something really strange happened.
There might have been a few seconds of awkward silence, when the Jehova's Witness man said,
"I really like your front porch."
He proceeded to ask my dad about the material it's made from- apparently a wood alternative.
He asked if my dad likes the porch and if he built it himself.
"Yes. But with some help from a couple of friends."
"Nice. Well, okay. Have a good day." The father and son left our porch.
Later I told my parents that they would never have to bail me out in that situation again.
I'm perfectly okay talking to Jehovah's Witnesses.
I've always gotten along with my parents.
Somewhere in high school, I think they stopped understanding my every point of view.
But that's okay.
You shouldn't have to understand your children on every single thing.
That would be mentally exhausting.
I mean, of course you should try to be on the same page on important things, especially on matters of safety and well being.
But when you make them follow you politically and heck, even logically, they become mini-you's and lose their individuality.
Oh, I'm an individal alright.
Yeah and Justin is, too.
My conservative parents bred two liberal-minded musicians.
Haha.
Oh what the who. I can sit back nice and easy, smile and say, "HAHA! I'm liberal-minded."
I didn't live through the most turbulent decade in American history.
Justin didn't pack up for Vietnam at 19 like my dad did.
I don't have to watch it every single day like my mom did.
You always have to consider past, present, and future, when forming, and sharing, your views on such political issues.
Be careful.
Because everyone has had different experiences.