He's not the messiah...

This morning for me was one of those mornings where you acknowledge that you absolutely have to get up immediately, with no choice in the matter, yet you are physically unable to extract yourself from the bed. Eventually I plucked up the momentum to haul myself out and mobilize my limbs to carry me to the bus. Here I met Jamie who apparently had had a similar morning experience. Once in town I hardly felt any more awake so I went to Costa and had my usual vanilla latter only with extra espresso and less milk to boost the caffeine shot from it. It did work because not long after I was actually feeling quite good and I didn't crash at all for the entire day. Work was pretty dead for the morning, so I was glad when my break came around, giving me the opportunity to wander around town a bit. I did discover that it is near impossible to get a catalan phrasebook in preparation for my trip to Barcelona next month. Looks like i'll have to suffice with the less impressive Spanish. Heading back to work, a subway in my grasp, I encountered a large group of people. I inquired into the center of this gathering to find a man with a megaphone preaching about Jesus. He wasn't 'jesus guy' with the plaquard by the way, a totally different person. My views on religion, especially Christianity, have been made clear in here, but I as getting more and more annoyed as he delved into the sacrifice Jesus made in being crucified for us. I reached the point of shouting out from the crowd that it was ridiculous to make such a claik because he was resurrected 3 days later. He naturally ignored my point, reiterating that Jesus died for US. Again I strengthened my point by agreeing that dying for others is a huge sacrifice; the ultimate sacrifice any person can make, but the fact that he was back alive days later totally negates the point, because there has no longer been a sacrifice. This never sunk in so after further intellectual heckling I walked off where I entered a lengthy debate with one of the Christians on his own wfter he approached me. It was civilised as this guy had more reason in his discussion though I still entirely disagreed with his thoughts on the Bible and all that. There was another guy standing nearby through this conversation, in his early twenties, looking increasingly desperate to join the conversation. Eventually it got too much for him and he politely but urgently butted in, revealing his thick Australian accent; "hey mate, I see youve got a subway: can you tell me where the subways is?" After I gave him the directions he was genuinely grateful and hurried off in the direction I sent him, with the parting words "Cheers mate, have a good day" before addressing the Christian fellow "and good luck with the sell!" This perfectly timed, totally unexpected dry sarcasm really hit me and I couldn't stop laughing. The conversation ended on decent terms but soon after i met the 'Jesus guy' with the plaquard restablilising my repulsion of Christianity along with most other religions. The remainder of work went fine; it did pick up a bit, but most customers were browsing or buying annoying small items. One lady had a faulty laptop just within 12 months and I'm glad I pay attention to laws because she was crafty in quoting all these laws that suggested she was due an immediate replacement, laws that apply to the first 28 days after the purchase I pointed out. After work I went to Dannys for a while to catch up more from his american trip and to poach some internets. My night ended relaxedly, playing Guitar Hero and blogging with a glass of mead and power ballads playing. As such song of the day is Dead Ringer For Love by Meat loaf & Cher. It's great, and a mind blowing pairing of vocal talents.