Apparently the word is out that I'm a heathen.
I have no other explanation for why two different sets of door-to-door religious prosletyzers have come to my door in less than a week to offer my damned soul some salvation. Maybe it's the statue of Buddha on our doorstep. Maybe it's the fairy hanging in my window.
Whatever the case, it's no cause for being an assumptive asshole. I find myself feeling very hostile towards someone who comes to the door of a stranger's house with a Bible and a cute child (insurance against name-calling?), opens it and says, "Hi, I'm going to read you a scripture this morning," as if it's just perfectly acceptable to assume I am interested, or that I don't already have a faith with which their Bible verses might conflict.
The nerve. There are a lot of beings that need saving: The whales, the dolphins, those who are starving and those who are being abused...please just leave my soul alone!