The days events have been eventful. I went to tafe then the city where the boys and I had some fun in the arcade and had lunch together. Tafe itself was interesting, it's good that we're getting some where now. Afterwards it was a chill time home, then a run then back home again.
So a few days ago I was stopped by a missionary. A stunning 8.5/10 missionary who managed to get me just as I left the bathroom. The difference between missionaries and salespeople is that missionaries will approach anyone. Sales people will only approach people who look old enough and make eye contact. So back to this missionary, she made me believe there was something out there responsible for sending this spectacle of light to this Earth. We exchanged small talk and I told her that I too have attended a Mormon church, I didn't remember much other than having bread, water and being drooled on as my friend fell asleep next to me. So things were starting to get awkward when she pressed on about what I did... even after telling her I'm a Buddhist. Eventually a train came and I got on it. It wasn't my train though.
So what's to be learnt here? You don't go for missionaries. You got to be of their faith and they're committed for life. As my Christian friend once said "You don't get friendzoned, you get Christian-zoned, which is 10x worse". But my gawd... if I'm to be converted, you need to send someone like her.
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