One of my coworkers recently called me “church guy” with a curled upper lip and a sideways glance. It happened at the time clock on the way out. All conversation stopped, all eyes were on me, I smiled, said nothing, and shrugged one shoulder. Conversation resumed, nothing else said.
On any given day I’d be arguing with 20 to 30 liberals over various religious or moral subjects.
Couldn’t give a damn what they think and changed a few minds. Well, God did.
That was in my 30s. 49 now and REALLY dont give a dam.
This thing here isn’t forever.
The next light is.