At work today, a cow-orker (call her Betty) and I were at the registers. Betty was ringing stuff up for a man and woman who looked to be my age (31) or a bit older. I was nearby, doing something organizational.
Betty: “Here’s your card and receipt; have a great day.”
Woman: “Would either of you ladies like to come to a prayer meeting at Baptist blahblah this evening?”
Betty: “No thank you.”
Man (to me): “Are you interested?”
Me: “I’m Catholic, sorry.”
Why did I say that? I’m not sorry to not be as pushy as they are, or not to be Baptist. I shouldn’t have apologized when they were the ones out of line! What the heck made them think total strangers would be interested in their prayer meeting? I didn’t have to apologize!
And why did I say I was Catholic? What I am is a bit complicated, as it is with many people. I am a Christmas-and-Easter Catholic with a lot of doubts, who doesn’t capitalize “god”, for instance, but keeps to traditions like Lent and midnight mass on the 24th mostly out of sentiment, who also practices magick and hopes the discrepancy will work itself out at the end. I didn’t have to tell them anything about what I am.
Well, I think I know why I did that. I figured they hear a lot of people say “I’m Wiccan” (which I’m not, just a solitary practicioner) and therefore have a separate speech for that, whereas saying I was Catholic would really shut them up. But I could have shut them up just as easily by saying nothing.
Betty said afterwards that she already belongs to a church (didn’t say what denomination), and thought that proposition was odd to say the least. They tried to lay some tracts on her, but she didn’t take them. They weren’t Chick, she explained: if they had been, she would have taken them for a good laugh with her SO.
But I vow never to catch myself again saying “sorry” when someone proselytizes me.