Eesh.
So, I found something fun out today. The place we’re moving to, while having a transit system and cabs, also has quite the Christian population.
Don’t read me wrong, I can live around them, but I have the feeling I’m going to be some Born Again’s pet project, which is a thought that sickens me. I don’t want to be someone’s make over game, I don’t want to hear about Jesus, I don’t want that book read in my presence. I don’t want to have to repeatedly tell someone I’m not interested, only to have them show up every Sunday in their church clothes, giving me the condescending, ‘Are you ready to accept Jesus now?’ look.
I’m hoping that, if I keep my head down, and refuse to meet new people, I’ll slid under the radar and won’t have to be ‘Saved’, lol.
Mirrored from Shibuya 109.