Even I can be wrong. So I'm told.
Telling people they're wrong is a hobby. Arguing is fun. Especially with trolls. Keyboard warriors.
Religion found me. I changed targets. I upped my game because I have smart friends. Politics weren't the issue. No one fact checks things anymore.
Let's talk about something less polarizing like religion.
I'm on Twitter arguing with an atheist. The clock ticks. 140 character bullets fly.
I'm sure every one of them is a kill. The atheist gets up again. He shoots back. It's a battle of attrition. I don't know who gives up first, him or me.
We both walk away thinking we're right.
I'm in front of a computer at work talking a religion. It's a blitzkrieg. I'm being massacred.
Questions fly like bombers. I answer as fast as I can. My smart friends are relentless.
One says I should think deeper. I think I could be if he would let me answer before hitting me again. I limp off the digital battlefield.
I open my phone. A religious question about the Gnostic gospels comes up on Facebook.
I keep scrolling. These are better answered one-on-one over coffee or email. Social media proselyting is murder.
