I must be exhausted

ok.... so... I've realized as I've gotten older that i'm slightly autistic... Kind of why I see patterns... or make up patterns to irrationally fit my Thesis.... Which ever.... downside. Seriously, you don't want to talk to me. I'm antisocial, people scare me, make me angry... Just a bit.

Too much about me...

so, I don't use the phone. I'm ok with this blogging thing and email.... that is all good. But... If someone calls me, I don't want to chat... In fact, I don't want to chat. I'm happy to work, or watch a movie, I'll listen... but Chat is a problem.

So, I live in Utah... and no I'm not Mormon. I've lived with Mormons My whole life, I know the Shtick better than anyone. I know more about what a about mormon missionary believes More than they do. I know the lines I know the whole thing.

Ok, Missionaries are RUDE. Weeks ago, I was taking a nice walk, which I do to work off stress, or I do other exercise, if I get a chance, but hopefully I can walk or run. Also, The movie theater is 3 miles away, Some days I like to go up and walk to the movie theater, check out all the foreclosures, that sort of thing.

Well, we are thick with missionaries around here, but they send us the bad ones. The church figures if you are here and haven't been, converted, It's only stupid people who can be converted, and why send the best to the "rear guard", you need the best troops on the front lines right?

so, weeks ago, I'm walking, and some missionary walks past me, and bothers to stop me.
"Hello sir."
"Hi, I'm not interested."
"But sir."(this is where it's rude, this is where Mormon missionaries are the used car salesmen of Theology)
"Really, I don't know you and I'm not interested"
"But Sir."
(this is where I make strong eye contact)
"No, You don't get this, You have no divine right to talk to me. I don't know you, I don't want to know you."
"but sir, We are just trying to..."
(very strong hostile eye contact)
"I KNOW EXACTLY What you are trying to do... Exactly."
"Well, if you ever need anything?"
"What Like, have you listen when I say 'I'm not interested'?. You were very good at that."

What I was getting to was this. Here I am, quiet day... decompressing....Knock Knock Knock.
I go to the door, and can see that it's missionaries, nobody drops by.
I just waited for them to go away.... Seriously, they tried to open my door.
Have to keep your doors locked around here, to keep out the Riff Raff I guess.
It was locked, so I went after them, like a pitbull.

truth is I don't get joy out of it....
I just want them to go away.

do you know that they will call me and ask me about my family, addresses, phone numbers, the whole thing.... I don't get why you would give some random dude your parents or brother's addresses.... Where do these people get off....