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Originally Posted by Antithesis
I understand a lot of what is posted in here is in jest (also a lot of chest-thumping bravado ... "They have to do good works, so I had them clean out my basement, aren't I the alpha male?") but to those who are seriously offended by it ... why are you getting worked up over something that could only take up ... what, 15-20 seconds of your life every month at most?
Here's what you do:
1. Get up off your couch and walk to your front door (pause TV show on PVR if applicable - what an invention).
2. Open door.
3. See young men in white shirts and ties.
4. Say "I'm not interested".
5. Close the door and walk back to the couch.
Step 4 is itself optional; often times when it's salesmen or whichever I just open the door, see who's there, turn around and shut it, then I don't stress over it or trying to come up with some awesome story ... "They have to do good works ... so I had them repaint my garage ... oh, no, someone else said that .... I had them ... use a handmower to mow my 3 acre property ... no no ..."
Seriously ... it makes you this mad? Come on.
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You could take this post and reword it to apply to just about anything in life. Excellent post.
People simply get too worked up about over sometimes the simplest little things. Myself included.
When I did my practicum it was at an office that had free public access computers, and every Monday the mormom missionaries came to email back home. Monday is their only day off (sorta Sunday too). I talked to a few of them and some were genuinely nice. Some weren't very friendly (maybe because it wasn't their day off and they didn't need to act a certain way, and some you could tell that they were still in their "I'm acting this way because I'm a missionary" mode.
Most of the people who would talk to me were usually from all over the USA. I asked if they felt ripped off that they got stuck in Southern Alberta while others got to go to much more desirable places. I usually got the standard answer that they were all equally as lucky to be spreading the word and meeting new people.
What really irked me was their living conditions. They get an allowance and it is barely enough money to live on. They don't spend money on material items because they absolutely need it for food. In fact they get such little money that they rely on members of the mormon church to invite them over to dinner quite a bit.
They're only allowed to use Mondays to email their families. They aren't allowed to use gmail, hotmail or any other type of email. They have to use webmail provided by the LDS church. I never got a chance to get too much information from them though as they always moved around from town/city in Southern Alberta by certain time frames. Some people got to move, some didn't, but the ones that I enjoyed talking to were never back the next week.