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- Feb 9, 2013
So, today, I decide to treat myself to lunch downtown.
I catch the free bus and I sit down next to some skinny old black guy. It looks like he's eating some kind of fruit, but it smelled funny, so I ask him what kind of fruit he's eating. It's actually a pickle. So we start up a conversation about pickles.
I don't remember how it happened, but we eventually got into a conversation about gay rights, and then quickly into religion and how being gay is evil. So we talk a bit about religion. The guy is from Texas and extremely religious. I don't mind religious people, but I do mind people who are completely unsympathetic to non-believers. After a few comments about how "jus sayin, that's what I believe. god made adam and eve, not adam and steve, y'know", I would say something like "well, c'mon, can't you at least understand how this might not be convincing to an unbeliever?" and he gives me some non-answer like "it's not my place to judge people, that's god's job, btw them gays are going to hell". This conversation cycle looped a few times.
Heh, also, when I brought up technology and scientific advancement, he kept saying that anything humanity built or solved or cured was inspired by god. Also polio was sent by god to punish us. But I guess he decided we had enough torment, so he'd inspire the cure in Jonas Salk. Oh, also, he didn't believe we landed on the moon.
So, I was at the end of the ride at this point, so I tell him that was an interesting conversation and get off the bus. He gets off with me, and we bump fists and we walk off.
Now, this is where it gets weird, because he's following me. I don't know if he's necessarily following me, or just going the same way, but he follows me for like a few blocks. While he's following me, he's muttering "satan's gonna have a barbecue... satan's gonna have a barbecue..." He's close enough that I can hear him, but I don't think he's trying to converse with me. He's just trying to talk at me.
Eventually he goes his own way. It was a weird afternoon. I hope he's not a local, because I've had enough local bums give me nicknames. (One guy already nicknamed me "cheesecake", I don't need another one calling me "Sodom-kid" around town.)
Though lunch was great!
I catch the free bus and I sit down next to some skinny old black guy. It looks like he's eating some kind of fruit, but it smelled funny, so I ask him what kind of fruit he's eating. It's actually a pickle. So we start up a conversation about pickles.

I don't remember how it happened, but we eventually got into a conversation about gay rights, and then quickly into religion and how being gay is evil. So we talk a bit about religion. The guy is from Texas and extremely religious. I don't mind religious people, but I do mind people who are completely unsympathetic to non-believers. After a few comments about how "jus sayin, that's what I believe. god made adam and eve, not adam and steve, y'know", I would say something like "well, c'mon, can't you at least understand how this might not be convincing to an unbeliever?" and he gives me some non-answer like "it's not my place to judge people, that's god's job, btw them gays are going to hell". This conversation cycle looped a few times.
Heh, also, when I brought up technology and scientific advancement, he kept saying that anything humanity built or solved or cured was inspired by god. Also polio was sent by god to punish us. But I guess he decided we had enough torment, so he'd inspire the cure in Jonas Salk. Oh, also, he didn't believe we landed on the moon.
So, I was at the end of the ride at this point, so I tell him that was an interesting conversation and get off the bus. He gets off with me, and we bump fists and we walk off.
Now, this is where it gets weird, because he's following me. I don't know if he's necessarily following me, or just going the same way, but he follows me for like a few blocks. While he's following me, he's muttering "satan's gonna have a barbecue... satan's gonna have a barbecue..." He's close enough that I can hear him, but I don't think he's trying to converse with me. He's just trying to talk at me.
Eventually he goes his own way. It was a weird afternoon. I hope he's not a local, because I've had enough local bums give me nicknames. (One guy already nicknamed me "cheesecake", I don't need another one calling me "Sodom-kid" around town.)
Though lunch was great!
