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I am normally really tough on religion, but I defend Mormons and Mormonism to an absolutely illogical degree. I'm not really sure why this is, probably just because they were all so damned nice to me, but I am fully aware that it doesn't make any sense.
I have similar warm feelings about Jehovah's Witnesses. A co-worker I was good friends with (I even dated her nephew for a time) was a very active JW but never got proselytize-y with me. She said it was frowned upon unless you were actively doing mission work. First evangelists I ever met with an off-switch. Gotta respect that.
The man was close to bleeding to death but managed to call police. His life was saved but he remains a eunuch for life.
Pretty sure they can give him hormones nowadays. Sorry, folks, no eunuchs here.
You know, had it been real.
When I had a street entrance in Astoria I use to get Mormon missionaries a fair amount. Usually a pair of sweet-faced blond boys with short-sleeved button-down shirts and a name tag saying Elder Whatever. They always looked a little overwhelmed -- NY has to be a rough beat. Poor little things, working so hard to be elder... I'd usually offer them a glass of water. Sometimes they'd accept. We'd chat for a moment and they'd go on their way.
My friend Miriam has a coworker from the Philippines. Her co-worker was amazed that Miriam was Jewish. She was all, "You celebrate Christmas, right? You still believe in Jesus, right?" Apparently, co-worker had never met a non-Christian before.
Suburban New Jersey, 1989, her first year of High School (and first year of non-parochial school) my friend T kept grilling one Jewish friend "But WHY don't you have a Manger scene? They're so PRETTY!" Heh.
Lo these many years later her world has changed greatly and I'm sure her girlfriend of ten years is tired of the story...
I have discovered, over the years, that the more eccentric I look, the less likely people are to talk to me about religion. I guess the evangelical types figure there's no hope for me anyway, so why expend the effort.
I was all killjoyed out for a show and (much to my disappointment) people on the platform at Penn Station were STARING at me. C'mon people, I don't care if I have blue hair and a makeup mask it's NYC and you should be able to DEAL. I felt like the Hasidic guy was really out of line with the staring - you're dressed like a Polish person in the 1500s. I don't think you get to judge!
Home, for me, is right where I'm sitting now and nowhere else, and this is the first time since I moved out for college that that has been entirely true.
That is wonderful. Congratulations, Zen.