Gawdzilla Sama
TImeToSweepTheLeg
...an atheist. I just don't care about the squabbles. Pushy folks on both sides take note.
When our almost 25 yo daughter was a baby we were providing respite care for other infants. One foster family, when dropping of their child with us, asked "what church do you go to?" Got around that one by saying that we would arrange for the child to be picked up later on that Sunday. That was the last time anyone assumed we might be religious.I tend to forget how nice it is to live in a country where nobody assumes you're religious and nobody even bothers to ask. I really can't remember the last time anyone asked. I mean, I do remember having the JWs at the door that one time, but I also remember I was carrying our youngest in my arms when I answered the door and he's 27 now.
I generally don't bother answering the door to anyone unless I am expecting someone or some thing. Same with phone calls from numbers I do not recognize. Just can't be bothered to deal with most people. My phone and my front door are for my convenience and no one else's.JW comes to door. I hear enough to just raise one finger, then I shut the door.
Five minutes later, the JW is still there. He thought I wanted him to wait. Didn't go to the door. He wasn't bothering anybody by just standing there.
Oh, there are times when they walk into my lair and I'm in the mood for blood.I generally don't bother answering the door to anyone unless I am expecting someone or some thing. Same with phone calls from numbers I do not recognize. Just can't be bothered to deal with most people. My phone and my front door are for my convenience and no one else's.
Well, after all, religion is organized superstition, and where there's organization there's beaurocracy.When I was in the VA hospital preparing for a serious operation, the Chaplain came by (perhaps because there was a religion listed on my Service Record. But that was 40 years prior.) I informed him that I'd previously been through all the rigamarole, but didn't subscribe to that now. He asked what he should put down for a religion then. I said I had none, but If I had to say anything I'd say "non-theist". He says "OK, Secular Humanist", checks off the box, and goes on to the next guy.
Had to look that up because I was confused. Even though it's Shakespeare, I have a hard time visualizing how a "T" could be turned into an "H". I mean, it's not like you're moving matchsticks around!Well, after all, religion is organized superstition, and where there's organization there's beaurocracy.
And where there's beaurocracy, there are forms to fill in, with lots & lots of widdle boxes to check
off, and don't you leave EVEN ONE empty!
Take it from a career beauocrat (ret.), who once checked a wrong box.
I had a scar 'twas like a T, and now ''tis like an H.
Perhaps a bit obscure for the masses, but I got it.I'm a fanatical Aphilatelic.
Half? Bloody hell that's good, if I knew what I was going to say 10% of the time I'd be happy.Re: thread title. I generally don't call myself, as the line is usually busy and half the time I knew what I was going to say anyway.
I only have two replies, so the odds work for me.Half? Bloody hell that's good, if I knew what I was going to say 10% of the time I'd be happy.
It is entertaining when they knock and you look rapidly up and down the street, asking "Do you have anyone else with you? Does anyone know you're here?"I think I may have mentioned the fact that I'm an atheist once or twice. When proselytisers come to the door, I just say I'm not interested. I don't see much point in making them uncomfortable.
Dave
Yup. I have friends who are religious, mostly a mix of Christian and Muslim. And possibly a higher proportion than most British people because of the higher proportion of immigrants from more religious countries (especially from the Philippines*).I tend to forget how nice it is to live in a country where nobody assumes you're religious and nobody even bothers to ask. I really can't remember the last time anyone asked. I mean, I do remember having the JWs at the door that one time, but I also remember I was carrying our youngest in my arms when I answered the door and he's 27 now.