It was a sunny Sunday.
I was in the middle of a conversation with two neighbors, standing around my truck bed in the driveway, and I saw them approaching.
They come up to us and immediately try to hand me a magazine with a politically correct picture of heaven on the front.
No names, no intros.
Just, “here take this…”
“I don’t want that”
“I don’t believe in what you’re selling.
The message you’re peddling has zero historical spatial tethers to the real world [translation: it’s just made up] and I’m not even slightly interested in talking to you.”
They acted like I just told him that there’s no such thing as gravity.
“Well, do you care to expound?”
“No not really. I don’t know you and you’re actually interrupting us.I’m trying to enjoy the company of my neighbors and you come up trying to convert me on the spot? So no, I’m not interested in expounding. Just don’t care to talk to you. Thanks.”
“Well, our teachings are for everyone…” one of them interjected as if they didn’t hear anything I said.
“You’re literally wasting your time and mine. I know what I believe and don’t want your magazines. We won’t agree here and because we have no relationship AT ALL and you only care about converting me, I’m not even 1% interested in listening what you have to say. This won’t go anywhere, trust me. Do you want to play basketball?”
“Yeah basketball. Maybe we should just get to know each other a bit first. There’s a court right down the road. That’d be a better use of both our time.’
“Well…no I don’t want to play basketball,” one of the ladies decked out in a dress from the 1980’s started to say, still adamantly trying to defend herself. “But I do want to talk to you about…”