Last night, a stranger introduced himself to me and then asked if I wanted to join a Christian event. I told him no thank you, I’m an atheist. Looking back, I was a little curt with him, maybe even a little rude. This had nothing to do with his offer; I don’t mind people talking to me about religion, even trying to convert me. I like to argue and debate, and I want to be convinced, if it turns out I’m wrong. In this instance, it was more than implication in prison, my desire to be left alone, my natural suspicion of everyone in here, thinking that they have an agenda. And that is something I have to work on. It may be a useful defense mechanism in prison, but I don’t really need it so much anymore, especially now that I’m getting so close to release.
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