Dear Jehovah's Witness, Please never wake me again on Monday morning to give me a leaflet. If I don't sleep for my required hours I feel like jelly and cannot function. The words THE END OF FALSE RELIGION IS NEAR! do not really compensate. I'm sure you're a very nice person, but if you come here again and wake me up I will have to swear at you or push you down the stairs.
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Momentary angst, as, before seeing your entry, I also used the 'Dear ...' motif today. Double angst at your rude awakening. The Mormons here usually wait until midday.
Ah, Kanikoski, no worries, you often get synchronicity on blogs where others have same theme as you, I am off now to check you out!
you could have at least spelled Jehovah right before complaining
Thanks, Anonymous, for pointing that out, I hate bad spelling, I will change things immediately, Jehovah is not a word I am familiar with, hence my mistake. However, I am still angry I was woken up.
They're scary people. Not just annoying. Downright scary.
When I managed a domestic violence shelter, several of my clients were ex-Jehovah's Witnesses. They told horrific stories of abuse by fathers and husbands, which was sanctioned by their church.
I do not care for organized religion. I think ones feelings and beliefs about such things should be private rather than public, judgmental and competitive.
I agree religion should be private, and I don't particularly want to single out Jehovah's Witnesses for criticism - I'm sure all faiths have bad apples who would 'sanction' abusive behaviour - but I do object to people doorstepping me to tell me about their religion. Deliver a leaflet by all means, I can choose whether to read it or put it straight in the bin, but please don't wake me up! That weekend, I'd been taking sleeping pills for first time in my life so maybe they got me at a bad time.
Geez! you too?
I was woken by two JWs just as I was dozing off on the couch with a killer head cold. The exact same leaflet I'll bet, which I felt compelled to read in order to find out exactly which group felt the need to bag out all other religions in a hand-delivered full colour leaflet.
Its funny, I am usually very nice to door-knockers. I live on a long street and the summers here are nasty. I keep ice blocks in the freezer and offer drinks on hot days as I had some really lovely Mormon and JW friends (and some door-to-door sales friends) and I'd like to think they'd be treated kindly by others, but geez, nothing turns me off faster than being woken up to be handed a piece of paper that pretty much condemns a majority of the world to hell...
...where they have a scantily clad woman riding a 7 headed lion? I think I may have missed the significance of that particular illustration.
If you are going to wake me up, at least make it for something nice. A puppy maybe? Or keys to a new car? I'd even settle for a compliment on the way my waist looks rather fetching in my flannelette PJs.
I'm considering getting one of those *shiftworker sleeping - do not disturb* signs, but then what if the parcel delivery guy comes? Ahh decisions!
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