Why I hate Religion Part II
This morning when I'm taking my dog out before work, I see some lady putting flyers on the doors. She tells me about it, and I say thanks. Then she starts in with the Jesus-talk. I tell her that I respect her beliefs, but I don't think the same. I tell her why I don't agree with her, and take my dog back inside.
I wait around for a few minutes, hoping she's doing her aforementioned flyering job, and, by fact, gone. No such luck. She's actually sitting on a porch a few apartments down, apparently waiting for me to come back out. She then starts getting more shove-it-down-your-throat Jesus-speak. I tell her, again, that I respect her beliefs, and ask her to respect my lack thereof. She persists, so I break away telling her I'm off to work, the truth. I hate proselytizing, vehemently. Therefore, I hate religion.
I wait around for a few minutes, hoping she's doing her aforementioned flyering job, and, by fact, gone. No such luck. She's actually sitting on a porch a few apartments down, apparently waiting for me to come back out. She then starts getting more shove-it-down-your-throat Jesus-speak. I tell her, again, that I respect her beliefs, and ask her to respect my lack thereof. She persists, so I break away telling her I'm off to work, the truth. I hate proselytizing, vehemently. Therefore, I hate religion.