Wednesday morning was quite frustrating for reasons not worth elaboration, but around noon, as I was walking on campus a Mormon Missionary accosted me and began to walk with me. Perhaps I was so exhausted from the morning I did not have the energy to argue with him or ask questions to innocently challenge his beliefs, which what I might normally do. Instead, I took control of the conversation, and began to ask him what he got out of spreading the word of what he believed in, if it gave his life meaning, and how he found something great and wanted to share it. He said “Yeah, pretty much.” At that point, he launched into his schpiel and asked me about my beliefs. I said they were not religious, and when he offered me reading material, I nicely told him, more than once, he was wasting his time. Oddly enough, that encounter made my day.