This is exactly what I was taught in church. We read about martyrs all the time, some real graphic stuff, all to reinforce to a bunch of teenagers that the world hates us and its our job to save the world. Honestly, its effective. It brainwashed us into being fucking badgers when it came to assaulting random strangers on the street with tracts and an impromptu recitation of the Roman Road.
Now, though, I am terrified of approaching people on the street. I love street photography, but I was so mentally beaten by strangers who wanted nothing to do with me that I can’t bring myself to hold my camera in the vague direction of a person I don’t know.
Christmas always wins. It struts into the stores before Halloween is over, elbowing all those fake pumpkins and plastic skulls off the shelves and squatting there until well after New Years when it gets dragged kicking and screaming into the half price bins.
This is exactly what I was taught in church. We read about martyrs all the time, some real graphic stuff, all to reinforce to a bunch of teenagers that the world hates us and its our job to save the world. Honestly, its effective. It brainwashed us into being fucking badgers when it came to assaulting random strangers on the street with tracts and an impromptu recitation of the Roman Road.
Now, though, I am terrified of approaching people on the street. I love street photography, but I was so mentally beaten by strangers who wanted nothing to do with me that I can’t bring myself to hold my camera in the vague direction of a person I don’t know.
Didn’t you know? There’s a War on Christmas!
Christmas always wins. It struts into the stores before Halloween is over, elbowing all those fake pumpkins and plastic skulls off the shelves and squatting there until well after New Years when it gets dragged kicking and screaming into the half price bins.