When Josh and I got home last night, we found religious literature wedged into our door. To be completely blunt, it made me feel icky. Violated. And kind of pissed. I don't go around shoving atheist magazines into other people's houses. (Since you have to go in a door and up a flight of stairs in what is OBVIOUSLY a house and not an apartment building to get to our door, I think that it's reasonable for me to feel like this).
I've been getting more and more angry lately because I feel like the 'judge not, lest ye be judged' crew does a whole hell of a lot of judging.