Part 2 of “The True Meaning of No Trespassing”

Be back shortly with a new episode – “Traveling Stupidity” (what else?). Now for the conclusion of last time’s story:

Back to my last question from Part 1: why open the front door when I know that there are iron-tongued sermonizers (no, I did not make up that word) on the other side? Those of you who are thinking that I’d be better off ignoring them are absolutely right. I could have ignored them. But I did not want to live a life of fear, avoidance or annoyance, for that matter.

I resided in a neighborhood. I opened the door to girl scouts and school kids selling candy. If a neighbor wanted to stop by for a chat, I was game. However, I did not want to be held hostage by those who insisted I was going to Hell if I did not agree with their tilted doctrine.

The question here is not, “Must all people think alike?” That question is rhetorical. The real question is, “Must all people think?” Yes! Unless a person has harnessed his or her power of intuition to the degree of having a workable sixth sense, we all must think.

Imagine for a moment, a world where everyone exercised thought before speaking or acting. Kindly, meaningful thought. Then the sign, “No trespassing” would actually have significance. It would make sense. Instead of opening a closed gate just to drive to a stranger’s home to tell them that the world is coming to an end, that there is only one true religion and that, unless I join up, I’m going to be obliterated at Armageddon, perhaps a proselytizer could take a different approach. They could leave their lighthearted (I couldn’t resist) pamphlets for me to read at my leisure with a note thanking me for my time and consideration. Then I might actually read and maybe even learn something.

My intent is not to belittle anyone’s religion. As stated in Part 1, I believe religion can provide a tremendous sense of comfort. It’s the aggressiveness associated with some faiths that I find needlessly offensive.

I responded fiercely to the gatecrashers because they took me by surprise, and I regressed to my old, intolerant self. Yes, even stupidity specialists have relapses. Once I stopped to assess the situation, I realized that I could have handled it in a positive manner.

Going door-to-door is a necessary prerequisite to living life for some people, however disagreeable I might find it. My resistance only made me upset. The periodic intrusion is acceptable; I needed to use a more compassionate reaction: to smile and say, “No, thank you.” This way we all live happily ever after, and stupidity slinks quietly away.



3 Responses to “Part 2 of “The True Meaning of No Trespassing””

  1. damon says:

    We’ve all dealt with the door to door God salesmen before.
    I actually have had a lot of fun at their expense;
    Sent them to neighbors who needed saving immediately, asked them to help clean my pool while we talk, went out the back door and walked around my house just to tell them the guy who lives there is an atheist.

    Good times. Good times.

  2. Sarah says:

    I’m glad you had a happy ending. I have yet to have one when these people show up at my door. I know I should smile and say thanks, but the problem is, I’m mad before I open the door, just knowing that they’re waiting to ambush me! I’m gonna work on it, I swear!

  3. Arnold says:

    My approach is to ALWAYS attack when these clowns ring my doorbell. I have a little metal plaque on my door (No Solicitors). When I ask if they can read, and didn’t they notice the sign, the answer is almost always, “we’re not soliciting.” At that point, go for the throat. “You are soliciting for your fake religion, and you’re invading my privacy and property. Now get the hell off my porch before I call the police.” Sorry, but that’s the way I am and I do not appreciate these people bothering me, and don’t feel like I should be polite.

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