The Stray World

Is annoy­ing. It stuns the mind, encour­ages ration­al­ising, and achieves eco­nomic ruin with a hint of des­per­a­tion in encour­aging fur­ther acts of humi­li­ation and men­tal disability.

Infatu­ation with Jesus pro­duces the exact effect.

I had a rather trouble­some day today hav­ing wasted half of the day because of a mis­un­der­stand­ing in an inter­view I sched­uled to attend. For­tu­nately, my potential-temporary-future-employer was most understanding.

Unfor­tu­nately, I had the mis­for­tune of hav­ing acci­dent­ally lent my phone to a homo­phobic Jesus lover in the interim. The sort so engrossed in the reli­gion, he doesn’t even bother apo­lo­gising for his hatred of the GLBT com­munity, giv­ing his opin­ions unso­li­cited while bor­row­ing my phone when his pre­paid cred­its had run dry.

I gave the usual interest in open­ing a dia­logue ini­tially when the topic began with him giv­ing an euphoric descrip­tion of why I must be Chris­tian because the apo­ca­lypse will arrive in 2020.

My efforts in quot­ing from the rather embar­rass­ingly extens­ive col­lec­tion of immoral fables and laws in the Bible such as dis­pro­por­tion­ate pun­ish­ment for look­ing in the wrong dir­ec­tion and teach­ing fath­ers the eth­ical ways of selling their daugh­ters pro­duced a rather dis­ap­point­ing statement.

They needed those laws because they were fuck­ing everything. That’s why there are gay people.

I admit, those were not his exact sen­tence which was a dull euphem­ism in Chinese.

I acknow­ledged his poor grasp of eth­ics by put­ting on my shades, and asked poin­tedly, crudely, coldly: “Do you agree to the hatred on GLBTs?”

He applied in the affirmative.

My response: “Then we have noth­ing left to discuss.”

And walked away from the com­fort­able stone bench where I was wait­ing for a bus, to a stand­ing pos­i­tion some­where farther away.

He fol­lowed me to say good­bye, and asked me whether I was a het­ero­sexual, with fur­ther speech annoy­ingly sprinkled with how much older he was com­pared to me (one year to be exact, and uttered with author­ity) and fur­ther admon­ish­ments to con­vert to Christianity.

I ignored him with grunts and star­ted read­ing Neil Gaiman’s Nev­er­where (the surest sign to every­one who knows me that I no longer register the noises com­ing out of your mouth) until he left to sleep on a bench. He did say some other stuff, but I won’t bore you with the details.

Guy who annoyed me with Jesus love after this evil athe­ist helped you with his mobile phone without ques­tion, this is for you.