Exactly. I don't question my faith in gravity, or my faith in my ability to walk or talk. If I continued to question my faith, I'd spend all day just getting out the front door. Go ahead and question, but don't call it faith untill all your questions have been answered.
Never said I wouldn't live! Just venting what happened here and hoped to get a discussion going on...
well, i just think people get entirely too ripped up over someone expressing a religious view. so i said so.
It was just the way you said 'you'll live.' It sounded kind of patronizing. Anyway I was fine with her expressing her religious view this wasn't about that, it was about the fact she tried to push her view onto me and wouldn't accept that other people have different opinions. That was what annoyed me. xx
A much shorter path to the same result: So I was walking back from classes today and this young girl gave me a leaflet and asked if i believed in god, i said.... "F--k off." So she continues to harass me, so this time I stop, take my jacket off and raise my fist. "I SAID, f--k off." Works on either gender.
yeah, the "fuck off" thing works pretty damned well. answering the door braless and in a thin top when the mormon boys show up on their 'missions' is highly entertaining. but the "fuck off" thing really works best when you can pull off a terribly intimidating glare.
lol, il try that next time. Seriously though I normally just tell them to leave me alone but I thought 'I'm up for a bit of a debate ,lets see what we can teach each other' You know I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. - wish I hadn't though!!
haha yeah. I just don't get how people can be serious about all the stuff they say and do. It's like they're still kids believing in santa clause and the tooth fairy.
i'm 5'3" and weigh 192 pregnant. i'm also very good at looking slightly insane. what i'm wearing doesn't usually work nearly so well at running people off as the freakish look in my eyes. one of my friends called it that "fires of hell barely banked" look. i learned it from dear old mom.
then in that case, iron goth, try answering the door for the mormon missionary boys wearing a bra and no top! that would be even more entertaining.
I wish I had a look like that. I'm tall (6'4") and gaunt (gaunt?), I can do a good frankenstein/look down my nose/freaky tall guy look, but nothing like the fires of hell barely banked. Someday...
i got it from my mother. she's very good. she's only 5' tall, but she's pretty damned terrifying. like a little bitty freight train. fascinating woman.
fun things to do with door-to-door missionaries and street preachers: this woman i knew in buffalo used to answer the door for the mormons (one of her friends up the street would always call & warn her) with her husband's pet python draped around her shoulders, and carrying a sword. it's always nice to pretend you don't speak english, too. although don't try speaking in spanish or french or something, becuase they might know. invent your own language, talk in that. if you already happen to be of whatever relgion they're pressing, or a related one, try to evangelize them. my parents used to do this. so much fun to watch. try printing up some informational pamhlets on an obscure religon. make one up. invent some scriptural quotes. when you open the door, flash a big, beatific smile, and press the literature into their hands. alternately, hand them a sales flyer from any land-eating, local economy-killing, sweatshop-profitting, suburban-sprawling chain store, and ask them have they heard the good news about mindless consumerism today? remember, your corporate masters love you! keep a crudely-made little doll made out of black fabric, with tufts of human hair poking out at the seams, nailed firmly to your door. they won't even bother you. invite them in to pass the bong around. let them get well into their speech, then lean over and lick them.
She should've atleast listened to your opinions. Her ministering isn't going to go too well if she doesn't know your reasons for not believing. But I am happy that she was so concerned about you that she tried to minister to you...
my "friend" matt got the mormons to move all his furniture twice to different houses without ever attending a meeting.