He didn’t like my response, I could tell, yet he did his utmost to conceal his scorn. As he stood up to leave, the guy cleared his throat and said to me in a tone I’m quite sure he didn’t feel was condescending but I sure as hell did: “I’ll pray for you.” And I’m thinking to myself, “Please don’t, you unctuous asshole! I don’t appreciate prayers of any sort coming from people of your ilk, nor do I care to be viewed as a spiritually feeble, sympathetic figure either. Instead, why don’t you just take those prayers you have in mind for me and shove ‘em all the way up your ass until they tickle your stomach lining. Yeah yeah, THAT is what you can do with your unwanted, unsolicited prayers, Religious Freak; I sure as Hell don’t want ‘em, okay? Need ‘em? Well…..that’s’ a whole ‘nother story altogether, yes it is it is it is, but it sure as hell ain’t one that you—standing high up on your hubristic pedestal made of shifting sand—are in any qualified position to judge.
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