I think I’ve mentioned how my CP can effect my emotions on here before. Basically my cerebral palsy makes emotions more easily expressed and harder to suppress, be they positive or negative. Most of the time it’s not a problem, such as when I give out weird squeals when I’m excited. From time to time though, it can cause a bit more trouble.

I have written too about my strong objections to street preachers on here, as well as my huge problems with religion in general. Something in the way they force their religion onto the public, speaking so loudly that they are impossible to ignore, infuriates me. It seems so arrogant, the way they think they know best and that everyone should believe what they do. I simply can’t stand it, so where any sensible person would just walk on and leave them to it, something within me compels me to stop and tell them to shut the fuck up.

I don’t want to go into details, but something happened this afternoon in the square at Woolwich which really shouldn’t have. Two guys were shouting their heads off about how everyone should believe in God or go to hell, filming one another like what they were saying was important. They were standing where such preachers always stand, at the top of Powis Street, using a speaker so they couldn’t be ignored. I of course took umbrage, and to cut a long, stupid story short, a huge row eventually ensued involving the men accusing me of being possessed by daemons and just about half the shoppers in Woolwich.

Why I can’t ignore such idiots I don’t know, but something just comes bursting out, as if they are speaking in reverence of a god who, if he somehow really existed, could presumably make the world so much happier but did nothing. It’s also the delusion I cannot abide, as if they demand we suspend our faculty to reason and just think what they tell us to, based only on the authority of a single book of baseless myths. I feel I just need to tell them to stop it.

I really shouldn’t get like this; I shouldn’t get so furious. Why can I not just carry on, on my way home? When I calm down, I feel deeply embarrassed and ashamed. I really don’t know what to do – should I just avoid going to Woolwich altogether? Yet part of me holds that if they have a right to preach, I have a right to tell them to shut up, and stop demanding we worship a god which, if he existed, did nothing to avert so much suffering, as well as the deaths of so many my friends, one by one by one.