Around this time of year I usually have a post that talks about darkness and light and Dragons and maybe we’d all be better off if we just sat down and ate tacos, because everyone knows dragons love tacos.
I don’t have it in me this year. Darkness and light, inner reflection, meh. I couldn’t even muster being civil to the door-to-door religious missionaries who knocked on the door the other evening, and I couldn’t really muster decent replies for the children’s questions. The new batch of Mormons got an exhausted “nope” before they could finish introducing themselves and a glare for ignoring my no soliciting sign. The children got halfhearted answers to their questions:
What did they want to tell us?
They wanted to tell us about their religious choice.
Why did they want to tell us about it?
They think it is the right one.
Why do they think their religion is the right one?
They were raised in it.
The children got the message, I was clearly not going to be up for engaging in meaningful conversation. Not about strange men knocking on our door, or religion, or much of anything.
I didn’t have the spare energy to engage in a conversation with the Missionaries. I may be the atheist/humanist feminist they were warned about before they set off on their missions, but I’m also exhausted, and they’re not going to change my mind. I’m almost sorry I was a bit short with them, but when you ignore the no soliciting sign at 6:30 pm on a week night, and you’re not selling Girl Scout cookies… I digress.
I’d like to think I have left previous sets of Missionaries with something to think about, and I may still have the chance with this set — they’ll be back, they always come back, and they’ll ignore my no soliciting sign, they always ignore that as well.