Want to hear a fun fact? I grew up in a fundie family and spent every Wednesday after (christian) school, for hours in the Florida sun, wearing a suit, walking door to door trying to get people to be “saved”./ Before spending 2 hours that evening in church where we’d tive status reports on how many we’d “saved” that day. I feel really fucking guilty about that, but I blame my parents more for forcing me into that. Fuck em.
Genuine question if you don’t mind answering. About how many people did you actually “save”? I feel like most people are universally opposed to door-door salesman.
I dunno, maybe one or two a month? Not that many. People in that podunk orange-grove town were already pretty religious either at the same church or similar. Generally was kids who didn’t know any better that were just outside playing or teens around our age. And yes, almost all of it was “no thanks, goodbye”
We also once spent a week in the far off land of heathens you might have heard of before. It’s called “Canada”. Pretty third world, but we definitely unheathened a lot of kids at church camp that week.
Man I feel so dirty just thinking about what I used to consider “normal” human behavior and all the churchy judginess I had. Thanks parents. At least I got out as soon as I was old enough and never looked back.
Probably because the shilling is done IRL whereas on the internet no one gives a fuck
Want to hear a fun fact? I grew up in a fundie family and spent every Wednesday after (christian) school, for hours in the Florida sun, wearing a suit, walking door to door trying to get people to be “saved”./ Before spending 2 hours that evening in church where we’d tive status reports on how many we’d “saved” that day. I feel really fucking guilty about that, but I blame my parents more for forcing me into that. Fuck em.
Genuine question if you don’t mind answering. About how many people did you actually “save”? I feel like most people are universally opposed to door-door salesman.
I dunno, maybe one or two a month? Not that many. People in that podunk orange-grove town were already pretty religious either at the same church or similar. Generally was kids who didn’t know any better that were just outside playing or teens around our age. And yes, almost all of it was “no thanks, goodbye”
That’s honestly more than I thought.
We also once spent a week in the far off land of heathens you might have heard of before. It’s called “Canada”. Pretty third world, but we definitely unheathened a lot of kids at church camp that week.
Man I feel so dirty just thinking about what I used to consider “normal” human behavior and all the churchy judginess I had. Thanks parents. At least I got out as soon as I was old enough and never looked back.
Tell that to Jehovah’s witnesses