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i'm going to hell

really, seriously, i am. tonight i'm sitting with chris on the porch and we see a couple of "people" going door to door in our neighborhood. both of us are saying "please, don't come over here."

i am immediately transported back to when i was a teen. two mormons showed up at the door...i'm wearing my softball t-shirt, sans bra...and they are asking about my "eternal life" i tell them, "my daddy is a preacher" thinking they would leave me alone...not so...

however, funny that they couldn't talk to me without staring at my boobs. constantly. staring AT MY BOOBS. I mean, they fought for words to say. it was comical.

my mother laughed, "Laurie, you just caused those men to sin because they lusted after you." she of course saw the hypocrisy in the religion...but what she didn't admit to was that hypocrisy hides in every religion.

so chris and i sit on the front porch. we're thinking the guys we see a block away will eventually make their way to us.

no. not the case. instead, out of the blue, a mother and daughter show up in front of us.

the mother leaves it to the girl, maybe ten years old at most. they ignore chris and start talking to me.

do you go to church?

no, i just moved here...to which chris acknowleges, yes i've just moved here.

i ask what religion are they?

baptist.

yes, my daddy was a baptist preacher so i'm familiar with the religion.

the girl asks "are you sure you're going to heaven?"

to which i reply "yes"

her, "how do you know you're going to heaven?"

me, "because my daddy was a baptist preacher"

both mom and daughter, "have a nice evening"

ok, i lied to the girl, i did. but i'm equally pissed off that a church would send a GIRL to do their work.

i don't think i've ever lied about my spiritual beliefs. and my beliefs are that if you believe in a higher being, don't put a label on it. labels are for "mortals" and worthless. there is no way only catholics are going to heaven, only baptists are going to heaven, only jews are going to heaven...come on. really.

deep sigh...ok, nuff said.

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