My Subway is getting cold...

Door-to-door religion is the theme of today's blog. Being ambushed by three scary Catholics was the unhighlight of my day yesterday. What's the opposite of highlight? Lowlight? The low point of my day. That will do.

In the category of things that you don't want to find when you open the door to your building, these three definately win for me. Especially when the only thing you've eaten is M&M's and you have a bag of food in your hand. Mmmm 12-inch tuna subway, packed with salad. And other chocolatey treats.

Of the hundreds of things I could have done (started speaking German, walked out saying 'Oops, wrong building', ran screaming for the hills, shouted 'Satan RULES' etc. etc.), I did the one thing you're NOT supposed to do. I listened. I nodded along, I lied, telling them that I believed in God and Jesus and had been, I kid you not, 'dunked in water' thinking that this would deter them (Note: I am not proud of myself for doing this. I seriously thought it would get them off my back.). It did not work.

Twenty minutes later, my Subway gradually getting colder and colder, my hallucinations about chocolate chip cookies getting stronger and stronger, they were going on about Passover and blood and the end of the world. What happened to spreading the Good News?! Bad News!!

Then they said the magic words: "We'll just call our pastor, he can be here in five or ten minutes to baptise you". W. T. F?!?!?!?!?! Door-to-door baptisms?!?! Well, that's a new one. Jehovah Witnesses only ever gave me magazines and when I told them (after four months) that I wasn't interested, they left me alone. These women were ready to induct me into their strange, glassy-eyed cult.

It was at this point I snapped. I told them to get out of my building and to stop harrassing my neighbours and that if a pastor came anywhere near my building, I'd call the police. Then I politely barged past them and couldn't get my door to open. They did leave but I was slightly worried that they'd come back so I locked the door and closed all the blinds.

So, here's my rant: What gives people the right to think that they can shove their beliefs, their religion down other people's throats? I have my own beliefs. Okay, they're not in a Christian God or a Buddhist God or Hindu Gods, but I believe there is some sort of higher power out there. And if people want to believe in any of the aforementioned Gods or any other religion, even Scientology if they want to be labelled a nut, then great. Go ahead. But leave me out of it. I will not buy anything these guys are selling, whether it comes from people handing out leaflets on the street or knocking on my door.

(And my bloody Subway was freezing by the time I got in the door. Sad face.)

Lunchtime for me, no X Factor today, I'm not in the mood for battling with Youtube and I'm so tired that my eyes are actually starting to close. Plus there's a Glaswegian girl across the way and her accent is doing my head in.

Tune in for less doom and gloom blogs later this week :P

xx

PS. To make up for the unhappy blog, here's a puppy. Awwww.