Last night was my last night with my family for a while. Today I fly to Denver to be a big, bad celebrity atheist poker player (and to vanquish fellow FtBer, Ed Brayton). Last night we all went out to eat to celebrate a wonderful time home.
At the table next to us was a teacher I knew from high school. This was not any teacher, this is one of the two that converted me to Christianity while in their official capacity as a teacher. He’s one that led the football team in prayer. All of this was illegal, though I didn’t know that at the time. Not like my gay-hating, Jesus-loving teenage ass would’ve cared.
He came over the table and said it was good to see me. He touched my shoulder and I saw red when he did it. I wanted to tell him how wrong he was then and how wrong he remains. I wanted to curse him for what he made me into: a young man so confused about the meaning of love that it circumvented my good will and made me into an agent of hate.
More than that, I wanted to tell him that I have become his antithesis. I wanted to tell him that I earn my living undoing the damage he has done. I make a living catching people like him and making sure they are punished, and I wanted to tell him that so badly. More than anything, I wanted to tell him that this generation is rejecting religion unlike any before, and I’m right in the middle of it fighting him.
But I didn’t. I kept uncharacteristically quiet. I don’t know why. Maybe I didn’t want to create a scene with my family there, when we had enjoyed such a good five days. I think now that I should’ve said something, and I’m really regretting staying mum and letting him walk away without knowing there are people who loathe what he does and despise it without reservation.
Next time, Gadget.”
When your voice box seizes up.
I’m sitting in the Atlanta airport waiting for a flight back home that is hella delayed due to mechanical problems. The lady sitting right next to me pitched a monumental fit at that announcement. I said to her, “You know…the other option is to put us on a broken plane. I think we should be grateful.”
She was not grateful. Maybe if she gets a little louder they’ll actually put her on a malfunctioning plane like she sees to want.”