The Bitch and the Beatific

Matt got a little house-call from the Jehovah's Witnesses this morning. He really struggles with saying "No" to things, which is great for me, particularly when I want a back-rub. I have tried to kick his arse and get him to be a bit more selfish with his time and loyalties, but honestly, its like asking little Johnny Howard to take his tongue out of Dubya's arse. Damn Matt, he's just so. bloody. good! I honestly have no idea how two people so different got together or why we work so well as a couple.

I have no problem saying no to Jehovah's Witnesses. If one tries to shove some scripture down my throat on the street, I blow them off. If they conjugate on my door-step, I pretend I'm not home or grunt "Sorry, not interested" before they can open their mouths (the bibles and the sweet nonchalant looking children are usually dead giveaways).

My parents have always done the same, my mother is particularly dismissive (fuck, I love that woman) and my brother has a tendency to debate the New Testament with them, sending them howling back to their caverns in a peevish funk. I have been brought up in a family that refuses to listen to what it doesn't want to hear.

I don't give a shit what religion people follow, as long as they don't try to force feed it into my already delinquent brain. I am past saving. If I needed a new religion I would have already bought it.