Rule #3

Don't preach to me.

I almost feel like saying "'nuff said," but I want to explain. It is surprising how many people that are out at night are jesus freaks. And I'm not talking about nice older ladies who like jesus. I'm talking about people who spend 30 minutes telling me the story of Christ (which I already know), or taking my hand and asking if they can pray for me. I'm talking about dudes who look like they are in a rock band, and call God Abba/Allah, and pray at me, and call me "Sister." I'm talking about dudes who most definitely seem to be high and ask me if I was one of those girls that had a daddy that treated me like a princess, because I had such a glow and confidence that I just had to have gotten that from a daddy who treated me well. This is not only condescending, because just in case you didn't know, women can be confident without the help from a male, but it is also very false. I'm kind of sick of yessing and mhmm-ing these people to appease them. However, telling them that I do not believe in organized religion and that I just believe in what experience has taught me will probably get me another 45 minutes of "I'm-just-trying-to-save-you," crap. Eh, it's annoying.