Issue #2: Judgment

I severely dislike judgemental people.

For example: Since I have gotten my tattoo, and everytime I wear a spaghetti strap shirt or a tank top, the guy/girl that stands at the front of Wal-Mart insists on going through my bag and checking my reciept. Isaac, who is usually stands right next to me, does not get searched, however. If I'm wearing a regular t-shirt and my tattoo is covered, they don't search me. I guess I must look like a clepto with this tattoo.

Second example: On the day that I got my tattoo, when I walked out of the tattoo place, a woman with a small child stopped me. Here is our conversation, word for word.

Woman: Excuse me. *Stares at me plainly like I should say, "yes?"*
Me: Yes? *Stares back hoping this person is not in some sort of mother-oriented gang*
Woman: Did you just get a tattoo? *Fake politeness*
Me: Yes I did. *Keeps staring*
Woman: *Peeks around my shoulder and pretends to be very thoughtful for a moment before looking at me.* It's very big.
Me: *Wonders where this is going* I guess...
Woman: You're going to hell. *grabs child like my tattoo is contagious and walks away*

Alright, let's disect this one.

First of all...I AM A CHRISTIAN. Why would I do something that would make me go to hell ON PURPOSE?! The whole point of my "faith" (if you hate christians just skip this part) is not to go to hell or any subdivision thereof (including but not limited to: college, the dentist, etc.). I'm pretty sure that God is not looking down at me, tapping His almighty foot, going, "Boy am I going to boot that tattooed freak to the underworld, mhm." I don't recall "Tattoo" being an unpardonable sin and I'm sick of people branding me as some psycho freak just because there is a permanent drawing on my shoulder.

Third Example: I work at a Spa. At the spa, works who we shall call "K". K has issues with Christians...as a matter of fact, K has problems with everybody. When K asked me my religion, naturally I told K, "I'm a Christian." What did I get for that? Allow me to lay out the conversation.

K: So you're a Jesus Freak?
Me: *Blink Blink* Yes.
K: I think there's something wrong with people who are Christian. I mean, are you a complete dumba**?
Me: *Jaw drops*
K: There is not a God. Man evolved from ape-like species which extraterrestrial Gods produced from their planet in an effort to become allies against their enemies. You should be smart enough to know that, if God actually created your brain. *Momentary pause for breath* And don't even try to push your beliefs off on me either, I hate it when people do that.
Me: *Visualizes punching K in the mouth*

Alright. I think everyone knows by now that I not only respect other peoples religions, but I also do not push my beliefs onto others. If you want to hear about Christianity, great, I could talk all day about it, because I absolutely 100% LOVE MY RELIGION. I don't care if you think I'm stupid, or if you worship Satan or the trees or whatever...I don't think you're right, but you don't think I'm right either, and that's why the word OPINION was created. Just because I am a Christian doesn't mean I think everyone else should be. If you want to be Wiccan, Buddhist, Atheist...I don't care. Be what you want, but don't try to tell me I'm wrong, because in the end, no one knows who is right or wrong. No one has concrete evidence that any one religion is right, everyone is going on their own OPINION. So stop being jerks to me just because I don't get down and worship everything but God.

I will stop venting for the night. If anyone leaves me angry messages, make sure you know that if I know you personally, I will probably punch you when I see you again.