Welcome all other non believers.
I, Daniel, have had pious people crawling all over me today whilst i attended a mass being held on the surroundings of Koln's football stadium. I shall now account day 1 of my adventure into the world of the christians.
I knew the world christian day was here, but i tried to stay in and avoid it, being a non believer. But I had to see what all the fuss was about, so I decided to meet my friends who were similary curious. I took a bus and a tram and arrived at the Aacherner Strasse, where I was greeted by vast crowds of people waving the their country flags respectively, in which Italians held the vast majority. The trams were blocked, and I foolishly stood around waiting for a tram to take me to the Stadium. On my wait, I met a Canadian man with his group of children from a church organisation in Toronto. Though to be fair, I only initiated conversation and aided him in his search of the stadium only so I could speak to one of the girls who he was with. It was much rewarded, as instead of getting anywhere with this girl, I received ' Jesus thanks you ' and a pin of the Canadian Flag. My friends had already arrived at the stadium, so I knew I had to walk it. I had to go between the swams of Christians themselves and find my way to the stadium. As I began my walk, I heard several reditions of popular christian music such as: When the saints go marching in.
After an arduous hike of about 20 minutes between the people, I arrived at the stadium and found my friends. One of my friends was even willing to read an extract of Nietzsche for 3 euros, but he chicked out in the end when I choose for him the most anti-semantic parts ( God is dead! and we have killed him!) Anyway, we proceeded into the mass on the field and an encountered people chanting along with some bishops on a Giant television screen. We all got to shake hands with everyone, until an American woman kicked us out of the crowd because ' We werent enjoying the mass '. Instead of contradicting her and assuring her I was loving 5 elderly men muttering latin, Myself and my friends decided to leave.
I soon split up with my friends and headed back home. However, on my way there I happened to meet some christians from Michigan and began chatting to them, assuring them I was completely 100% catholic. This was again only a ploy to chat some young women up, of course. I chatted also to a young man who orginally came from Iraq but lived in America and was following the christian ways. After a stream of sludge had left my mouth, I had no will to continue lying to these people, which was fortunate as they parted ways. That was when I realised that it was useless lying anyway, as I remembered that Christian girls believe in sex after marrige, thus probably even eliminating any chances of them being interested in myself in the first place.
So that is it- A first hand account of a non believer. And possibly 5 more accounts to come, depending if this author dares to venture out into the masses again.
I, Daniel, have had pious people crawling all over me today whilst i attended a mass being held on the surroundings of Koln's football stadium. I shall now account day 1 of my adventure into the world of the christians.
I knew the world christian day was here, but i tried to stay in and avoid it, being a non believer. But I had to see what all the fuss was about, so I decided to meet my friends who were similary curious. I took a bus and a tram and arrived at the Aacherner Strasse, where I was greeted by vast crowds of people waving the their country flags respectively, in which Italians held the vast majority. The trams were blocked, and I foolishly stood around waiting for a tram to take me to the Stadium. On my wait, I met a Canadian man with his group of children from a church organisation in Toronto. Though to be fair, I only initiated conversation and aided him in his search of the stadium only so I could speak to one of the girls who he was with. It was much rewarded, as instead of getting anywhere with this girl, I received ' Jesus thanks you ' and a pin of the Canadian Flag. My friends had already arrived at the stadium, so I knew I had to walk it. I had to go between the swams of Christians themselves and find my way to the stadium. As I began my walk, I heard several reditions of popular christian music such as: When the saints go marching in.
After an arduous hike of about 20 minutes between the people, I arrived at the stadium and found my friends. One of my friends was even willing to read an extract of Nietzsche for 3 euros, but he chicked out in the end when I choose for him the most anti-semantic parts ( God is dead! and we have killed him!) Anyway, we proceeded into the mass on the field and an encountered people chanting along with some bishops on a Giant television screen. We all got to shake hands with everyone, until an American woman kicked us out of the crowd because ' We werent enjoying the mass '. Instead of contradicting her and assuring her I was loving 5 elderly men muttering latin, Myself and my friends decided to leave.
I soon split up with my friends and headed back home. However, on my way there I happened to meet some christians from Michigan and began chatting to them, assuring them I was completely 100% catholic. This was again only a ploy to chat some young women up, of course. I chatted also to a young man who orginally came from Iraq but lived in America and was following the christian ways. After a stream of sludge had left my mouth, I had no will to continue lying to these people, which was fortunate as they parted ways. That was when I realised that it was useless lying anyway, as I remembered that Christian girls believe in sex after marrige, thus probably even eliminating any chances of them being interested in myself in the first place.
So that is it- A first hand account of a non believer. And possibly 5 more accounts to come, depending if this author dares to venture out into the masses again.
