I failed at coming back to life the last time I tried, but due to recent events I think I’ll be posting here a lot more now.
For one, I have a conclusive ending with my supervisor from work. A few weeks ago, I wore my inverted cross necklace outside of my shirt (which is technically only a problem because anything that dangles can be caught in a moving conveyor), and he absolutely flipped out at me. He told me if I didn’t take it off and throw it away right then, he would go to the highest administrative level and seek retribution to its full extent.
He attacked me such fervor that I admit I was completely taken back initially, but then managed to laugh it off and tell him to calm down. It actually became quite a huge ordeal throughout the rest of the day. Another supervisor eventually stole his attention and I continued to work with my necklace hanging out, despite the fact that it was against the rules (again, simply because it was dangling, not for what it symbolized). I suppose I was feeling pretty obstinate at this point.
After a while, my other, much more laid-back supervisor came over to me laughing, saying “I heard you pissed <name> off. Can I see it?” I showed him and he just started laughing, highly amused. “He’s such a hypocrite,” he said. “If you were wearing a regular crucifix he wouldn’t have minded, and this is no different. You’re just representing your beliefs. However, I do have to ask you to tuck it in or make it a choker because we can’t wear dangling jewellery.” With that, I did tuck it in because I felt the reason was much more just.
During break, Zealot (who I’ll call him for the rest of this post), was overheard telling people that I was “instigating” and being offensive on purpose. That I had slapped him in the face, and essentially told him to “f*ck his mother.” I couldn’t help but laugh once again.
Later on, I saw him pointing angrily in my direction at a higher-up who just threw his hands up in defense, shook his head, and walked away leaving Zealot standing there fuming. He walked by me very aggressively, pointed his roll of papers at me, and said “Jesus Killer,” with the meanest glare I’ve seen anyone give in a while.
I learned that he went around to everyone on the boxline and told them that I was insulting him, and that I was a horrible person. Every single person. A lot of them just said, “freedom of religion, right?” Some of them just got really quiet around me, a few more laughed, and one exceptional individual stopped me on the way to get a drink to say, “so I hear you pissed Zealot off. I just want to let you know that I was raised Catholic my whole life, and we’re not all like that. You can wear whatever you want, man.” I told him that meant a lot to me, thanked him, and shook his hand.
A few days later Zealot started talking to me again, and I told him that he had been jamming his religion down my throat every day since he learned I’m an Atheist. Wearing a necklace that signified how I felt about it is far less abrasive in the end then constantly trying to convince me that I’m going to Hell, and that every bad thing that happens to me is “the work of Satan.” He looked defeated for a moment, and just said “hey man, I’ve just been messing around - Jesus Killer,” he said with a forced smirk.
So for a few days, “Jesus Killer” was my nickname, in all of its irony that I trust I don’t have to explain here, mostly due to the fact that this has already become long-winded. In the end, that was about the last time anything to do with God was mentioned.
Anyway, thanks to everyone who still follows me, and I think I really will be more active now.