Curse my mild manners!
Dec. 12th, 2007 07:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unknownfateAugh.
Evangelists are after me! You'd think Barrow, Alaska would be dark, cold, and miserable enough to stop the door-to-door proselytism. You would think that here of all places, I could get my hermitiness on in peace. But no. Some unkind denomination has sent some teenage missionaries to roam the frozen streets and get their knuckles frozen to our doors.
And they look so pathetic, all bundled up and shivering, saying "If you would just hear us out..." that I feel sorry for them and take their pamphlets. This batch wanted IN though. And when I made no move to invite them in*, they tried to make an appointment to come back. And when I sputtered about that, they said they'd call to figure out a good time. And so on and so on. Sigh.
I need to develop my hermit-fu to the point where I can walk away without worrying about hurting their feelings. Until I learn to say "Sorry, my soul is spoken for." and slam the door, I guess I'll be stuck talking to whoever takes it into their heads to show up.
*It's that territorial hillbilly part of me. If I don't know you, you're not coming in unless you're being chased by a bear or something. Even then, it's not a guarantee.
Evangelists are after me! You'd think Barrow, Alaska would be dark, cold, and miserable enough to stop the door-to-door proselytism. You would think that here of all places, I could get my hermitiness on in peace. But no. Some unkind denomination has sent some teenage missionaries to roam the frozen streets and get their knuckles frozen to our doors.
And they look so pathetic, all bundled up and shivering, saying "If you would just hear us out..." that I feel sorry for them and take their pamphlets. This batch wanted IN though. And when I made no move to invite them in*, they tried to make an appointment to come back. And when I sputtered about that, they said they'd call to figure out a good time. And so on and so on. Sigh.
I need to develop my hermit-fu to the point where I can walk away without worrying about hurting their feelings. Until I learn to say "Sorry, my soul is spoken for." and slam the door, I guess I'll be stuck talking to whoever takes it into their heads to show up.
*It's that territorial hillbilly part of me. If I don't know you, you're not coming in unless you're being chased by a bear or something. Even then, it's not a guarantee.
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Date: 2007-12-23 09:00 am (UTC)