
Not much, in the way of harassment, bothers me anymore on the bus. The staring, the creepy guys trying to hit on me, not even the cute Australian missionary chick who prayed for me at the bus stop. But what I can't stand, and not only on the bus mind you....is fucking gung-ho asshole Christians telling me my life is WASTED WITHOUT JESUS. Mother. Fucker.
I was livid, now I'm calm. But as I write this out, I'll probably become angry yet again. Here is the conversation...incidentally, I noticed this fucker being rude just moments before he opened his gaping hole of a mouth at me. I notice rudeness on the bus a lot more now. As in not moving aside, being aware of your surroundings, making way for people, letting older or disabled people sit down (or Mother's with small children). Often it feels like we're all in this together, us bus-riders, but then there's one fucko who has to only be thinking of himself...this fucko happened to be a bible-HUMPing Christian, and he happened to be standing in front of me.
He stood there for awhile then handed me his pamphlet.
I just took it and looked away because that's often the easiest way out.
No, captive audience. He said some blah-blahs about Jesus, said that Satan was everywhere and that he was even on this bus (oh man, what an IN! The things I could have said..dammit) and that god CANNOT be mocked...HAHAHHAHA! (Oh really, I do it quite a bit...are you sure?) So I thought, "okay...he'll give up in a minute when I don't respond and keep looking away." No. My soul needed to be SAVED!
So I get exasperated, and hand the paper back to him with a, "You know what, here..." Of course, he wouldn't take it, so I said, "You're just wasting it." (Oh damn, good one Jill.) He then, predictably, says "Well, you're wasting your life." I look at him with an Oh-Am-I? look on my face and say, "Pfff..that's what you think." Yeah, shutup. There are a million other, more snide, more intelligent, more to-the-point things I could have said then, but that's what came out. It did shut him up though and the guy next to me chuckled. The only other thing he did was ask me if I was going to the flea market (because, as I saw, that's where he was going and he wanted to harass me some more). I just shook my head no and kept looking away...though I did put a little snide smile on my face, just to piss him off. Do I just look evil? Is it the all-black clothes? Oooo, I must be fucking the devil, I wear black!
I was sitting there, okay with this recent verbal transaction, but then I started to get pissed off. I tried to let it go...but that shit pisses me off. Why would you fucking ASSUME you know what I believe? Why would you think your way is the only way? Why are you so fucking gung-ho about conversion? If your god is so fucking great, why does he need YOUR help attracting devotees? Why can't you just leave people alone?
Then, a little later, I realized how fucked up that is. I get up and give my seat to anyone who looks like they need it more than I do. So when an Indian (as in India, not Native American) woman, her grown daughter, and the prettiest little girl got on, I gave one of them my seat. Later, when more people cleared out, I sat down again, next to them and across from them. Then I started thinking...that fuckwit wouldn't have gotten up for anyone. All he could think of was spreading his "truth". These nice Indian people, with signs of their deep religious feelings quite visually evident, wouldn't try to convert me. They were just nice people. Why must Christians fuck it up? Why must they get such a hard-on for converting people, showing them "the light" and "the way"? I thought about telling Holier Than Thou that I was a witch, but he wouldn't understand and it would serve no purpose other than to make him think I was truly doomed, thus making him try harder.
Let it be known that I have no problem with Christians. I think religion is intensely private and should be kept as such. I see NO REASON anyone should try and "save" someone else.
I like Jesus. I have no problem with Jesus. Jesus was a cool cat. It's that pesky book and these pesky people that tend to fuck things up. I can tell you this though...I've never had a Buddhist try and tell me I'm wasting my life because I don't believe in what he believes