Since I’m pretty sure everyone knows a little something about Jehovah’s Witnesses, I’ll keep the introduction as short and to the point as possible: they believe that after the death of the last apostle, the then-Church strayed from the original faith in a big, bad way; and that they, the Jehovah’s Witnesses, are following the path of righteousness. They also go door to door and try to convert people to their religion, since in their eyes, Armageddon’s always right around the corner (hence coinage of the term “Millenial Dawnists,” something they are referred to as being).
Quite frankly, I have no idea whether or not Armageddon’s coming. I don’t know that my religious beliefs are the right ones. I don’t know if the Jehovah’s Witnesses are right or not. Nor do I particularly care. What I do care about is that they won’t seem to leave me alone. Every Saturday, we get an old woman and some young guy coming to our house telling us we should go to church with them and see what it’s like. Every week my father tells them we’d actually rather not go, since he has trouble understanding how a religion whose concrete roots only date back to 1870′s Pennsylvania could possibly be the correct religion for him to follow. And every week, they leave us the Watchtower and Awake! magazines, which, though interesting sometimes (one time, I learned how to make an ondol system), aren’t really going to persuade me to sign up.
I remember this one time in one of those magazines, there was a story about this kid who would get beaten up all the time (or something to that effect). He talked about how alone he felt. And then he learned about the Jehovah’s Witnesses, and suddenly he didn’t feel so alone anymore. I wasn’t really impressed. He digressed from his original story and just started talking about the glory of God. I get the feeling he still gets his ass kicked. It wasn’t a very good story.
I mean, honestly. Had he not wanted to get his shit messed up, he should have just done something about it. I don’t really see the correlation between him getting beaten up and God making him happy. What, he’s all happy now because he knows that when judgement day comes, the kids who tortured him will go to Hell, so he continues to endure the punishment? This kid doesn’t need Jehovah, if you ask me. He just needs a fucking backbone.
Not that I have anything against Jehovah’s Witnesses or anything. I had a friend in primary school who was a Jehovah’s Witness. She was a nice girl. Gave me her multivitamins when she didn’t want them (they tasted good). Nope, I have nothing against Jehovah’s Witnesses. I have something against the door-to-door assholes who try to force their religion on me. If I constantly tell you that I don’t want to convert, just leave me the fuck alone. Annoying me isn’t going to make me want to join anymore. It’ll just make me want to beat the shit out of you.
What pisses me off more is that they act like salesmen. There’s nothing more insulting than knowing that these people are attempting to save me from the fiery depths of Satan’s lair via a sales pitch. Fucking Christ, I’m not that stupid, am I?
It just makes me so fucking angry. I swear to God, if I’m living on my own and those stupid Jehovah sellers try and feed me their advertisements again, I’m going to wind up punching one of them in the face.
Random after-note: As I was migrating my entries from one journal platform to another, I realized this entry was written on September eleventh. Talk about religious intolerance, eh?