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I should be meaner. Really, I need to learn how to be rude. But I just can't be mean to someone if they're being nice, even if they really deserve it.

Where is this coming from? I just spent 45 minutes talking to two reborn Christians who wanted to share their views with me. And they were perfectly nice, normal-seeming people. It's just... when they said they wanted to ask me a few questions that wouldn't take more than two minutes for a group called 'Real Life', I didn't know what I was getting into. And I hate talking about religious views with people I'm diametrically opposed to, anyway. I want to just agree to disagree. I want them to go and be happy with their Bible and their "Jesus Christ is the way, the truth and the life" and their "sex in marriage only" and leave me alone. But they were being all nice, asking me to explain how I felt, and how I saw God and they just wanted to understand where I was coming from. But I hate having to explain myself, because half the time I don't understand what I think myself, and it's just worse when you have to explain yourself to someone else. I feel stupid.

And they came in right as I opened up MS Word to begin working on "Five Things". Nothing to make you hit the exit button faster than gay porn. Of course, while we're sitting there talking, 'Contact' from Rent comes on my Winamp. In case you've never heard the song, it pretty much consists of people yelling words like "Sweat! Rubber! Latex! Harder! Hotter!"

And yes, I could have scared them away right at the beginning by saying something like "I think God is a woman who created the universe when she orgasmed, and there's infinite gods, and some of them are scary." or "No, there's no God, and we're all going to die and everything is meaningless." But they were so nice. So well intentioned and enthusiastic. They just wanted to help me find Jesus, and I can't fault them for that, if that's what they really believe.

And it's not that they were scary fundamentalist Christians, or that anyone is Christian. Because if it makes you happy, then I'm genuinely happy for you. Just don't come to my door and tell me about it, okay? Or better yet, teach me how to tell you to go away so I don't have to worry about it. Because that was time I really could have used working on my story.

Yeah, and the title of this post has nothing to do with anything, but I promised someone I'd name an LJ entry that.