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So, you’re nice, attentive, caring, and friendly, and because of that I should convert to your religion.

Really?

Dream on.

Car salespeople are nice, too, but that’s not the reason why I buy their vehicles. Actually, the more they kiss ass, the wearier of them I become.  I dislike extreme attention for two reasons. One, their constant hollering annoys me, at a time when I have a critical decision to make, and I need all the brain power I can muster. Two, I think they are trying to make me feel obligated to buy, by being so nice.

I make decisions on the basis of facts. There is no place for becoming emotional when it comes to hard-earned money, or to the way I live my precious life.

Your being nice to me—or not—has nothing to do with whether I accept your god.  The facts of your religion are what matters. And, to this day, I haven’t found any worshipping group with strong, verifiable doctrines.

I do realize, however, that niceness does work, both for selling cars and for increasing church attendance. I just wish they would stop applying the technique to me. It’s never going to work.