Creationists make me want to smoke crack.
I don't know why I talk to religious people anymore when they ask me about what I believe. I invariably end up frustrated. I'm frustrated.
Maybe it's just the nature of two opposing opinions converging that they will ultimately slip into defensive and combative positions. I'm just tired of being 'reached out to' by theists who insist they are only curious about atheism and want to ask me some questions who end up arguing with me about atheism instead of actually listening to what I have to say.
You know, that curiosity they claimed was the reason we began to talk in the first place? Oh - never existed. Just an excuse to get my guard down. Awesome. We call that lyin' fer Jesus 'round these parts and it's really unattractive.
I admit it, man, I'm gullible. I want to believe that people are, for the most part, good intentioned and when someone says they're curious they are most likely curious. It makes sense - I'm curious about things too.
And maybe I'm right, maybe most people DO have good intentions and the tragedy is that one person's good intention is another person's insult. Maybe for some people good intentions justify deceit. But at one point are those people justifying deceit to themselves as good intentions in order to give themselves an excuse to be a liar?
Anyway, I'll keep talking to the theists that come my way. I'm frustrated right now because it's frustrating when you feel you've been deceived. It's especially frustrating when the person who deceived you will most likely never understand why what they did was in any way deceitful.
Maybe I'm just too sensitive.
Regardless, I'll still talk to theists because I feel like curiosity in any form may be a budding promise of critical thought. While I don't really concern myself with other people's beliefs too much, I'd like to think if someone by chance did reach out to me that I was at least compassionate enough of a person to answer their questions and give them a few minutes of my life. In order to keep myself open for that, I'll have to suffer through what a doped up Bart Simpson would categorize as 'time burglars.'