Tonight I went to Cranbourne for one Katie Lewis' (my former theatre partner and now devout pentecostal which is one of the major reasons for the former) housewarming and birthday. I went though fully suspecting that it would full to the brim of devout christians that would make the experience quite thoroughly uncomfortable. I guessed wrong.
It was considerably more than thoroughly uncomfortable.
I sat down and the first question I got was "What church do you go to?" That was one of the two I was asked all night. The other was "How can you believe what you do?". That summed up my night.
This included me nearly yelling at woman for being a simple minded git because she would interject with "simple truths" that obviously as a non-believer I wouldn't know and obviously wouldn't understand, instead grit my teeth and pointed out that she was being rude.
Later I found out that despite her desire to have life "uncomplex" (as she would describe it) parts of her life had been considerably more complex than she would have liked and that we had more common ground than most the other "devout" self rightestous middle class twats at the party (which is to say little but that's better than the rest).
I had numerous invitations to attend various churches, once the fact (which I would have thought was blatantly obvious) came out that I wasn't a member of a church the crowd shrunk away from me like I was a toxin or something. There were constant prayers through out dinner and post dinner and every comment or stray conversation was peppered with talk of prayers, apparently some members periodically speak in tongues during their prayers (which of course everyone knows to be tongues *rolls eyes*)
I got a lift back to Glen Waverley (for which I was grateful) from three members of a church in Richmond that Katie knew, and boy the conversation went from interesting to sour in ten seconds flat in that one. I tried to avoid the religious thing but again it came up "So What church do you go to?" By this point in time I had given up on evading this point and blatantly told them what my religious persuasion was. It ended up in a conversation about satanist who they knew for sure (because after all being devout Christians I'm certain they know loads of satanists) were devil worshippers *eyes rolling out of sockets from over rolling* and the evils of premarital sex.
This guy claimed that "... sex was the joining of the mind, the body, the heart and the souls, and once it happened that remained, so if you engaged in premarital sex and broke up, there was as such a residual melding of the souls that devil came and took away and you never got it back.
Surprisingly I still managed to keep my temper in check which for me is a fucking miracle, (as far as I'm concerned that's up there with rael's Egyptian gods personally)
So I just asked the guy who had told me this and told me that because I had no major issues with premarital sex had he had sex?
He went all surly and admitted yes he had sex, and then mentioned he had been married (but my impression was that this was two very separate things). That summed up my opinion of most the people that night. This scenario ended with yes...another invitation to a church. Apparently they went me to be a church whore.
I know that was a long post, but seriously, I'm fucking creeped out. They may suit Katie, but that's fucking creepy
Finally in tribute to the party
It was considerably more than thoroughly uncomfortable.
I sat down and the first question I got was "What church do you go to?" That was one of the two I was asked all night. The other was "How can you believe what you do?". That summed up my night.
This included me nearly yelling at woman for being a simple minded git because she would interject with "simple truths" that obviously as a non-believer I wouldn't know and obviously wouldn't understand, instead grit my teeth and pointed out that she was being rude.
Later I found out that despite her desire to have life "uncomplex" (as she would describe it) parts of her life had been considerably more complex than she would have liked and that we had more common ground than most the other "devout" self rightestous middle class twats at the party (which is to say little but that's better than the rest).
I had numerous invitations to attend various churches, once the fact (which I would have thought was blatantly obvious) came out that I wasn't a member of a church the crowd shrunk away from me like I was a toxin or something. There were constant prayers through out dinner and post dinner and every comment or stray conversation was peppered with talk of prayers, apparently some members periodically speak in tongues during their prayers (which of course everyone knows to be tongues *rolls eyes*)
I got a lift back to Glen Waverley (for which I was grateful) from three members of a church in Richmond that Katie knew, and boy the conversation went from interesting to sour in ten seconds flat in that one. I tried to avoid the religious thing but again it came up "So What church do you go to?" By this point in time I had given up on evading this point and blatantly told them what my religious persuasion was. It ended up in a conversation about satanist who they knew for sure (because after all being devout Christians I'm certain they know loads of satanists) were devil worshippers *eyes rolling out of sockets from over rolling* and the evils of premarital sex.
This guy claimed that "... sex was the joining of the mind, the body, the heart and the souls, and once it happened that remained, so if you engaged in premarital sex and broke up, there was as such a residual melding of the souls that devil came and took away and you never got it back.
Surprisingly I still managed to keep my temper in check which for me is a fucking miracle, (as far as I'm concerned that's up there with rael's Egyptian gods personally)
So I just asked the guy who had told me this and told me that because I had no major issues with premarital sex had he had sex?
He went all surly and admitted yes he had sex, and then mentioned he had been married (but my impression was that this was two very separate things). That summed up my opinion of most the people that night. This scenario ended with yes...another invitation to a church. Apparently they went me to be a church whore.
I know that was a long post, but seriously, I'm fucking creeped out. They may suit Katie, but that's fucking creepy
Finally in tribute to the party
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