It’s that time of year again. Officially. Unofficially, it can begin somewhere in October or, if you’re lucky, the day after Thanksgiving. But today is December 1st, and that means that everywhere you look, everywhere you go, people will be bustling with “Christmas Cheer.”
The actual holiday I have no problem with. It’s a time for family and friends to get together, much the way that Thanksgiving is. Most people exchange gifts. I don’t mind that people say “Merry Christmas” instead of “Happy Holidays” so much. The problem that I have is that, much like Easter, this is also when the Extremists come out in droves. “Do you know Jesus?” “Are you saved?” “Can I talk to you about our lord and savior?” G-d forbid you tell them you’re Jewish, Pagan, or, gasp, Atheist (fortunately, I’m the former so I don’t encounter as much scorn as would the latter two).
Walking outside my house around this time of year—and even around Easter—means that I’ll be surrounded by people who want to convert me to a Religion I have no interest in. The first few weeks, I try to be polite, but by the time the 25th of December hits, I am the typical Scrooge because I do not want to deal with any more bullshit. After a constant barrage of being asked to convert, I become a crab (my wife says I’m a constant crab, but she’s biased, so don’t listen to her) and I snap. I’ll yell at them, insult them, and make fun of them. I will use everything in my power to belittle them and make them feel powerless. I don’t go up to them and ask “Do you know why your Religion is bullshit?” The reason is because I have more respect for them than they do for me or anyone else.