No one’s thrown a leg of lamb at my head yet, but I’m getting a little nervous.
In all seriousness, it’s been a week since the internet found out I’m converting. I gave an overview in my “why I’m converting” post that I plan to flesh out, and I’m ok with the pace I’m going at. I do have a day job, and a New Yorker subscription I don’t want to fall behind on, and a lot of reading recommendations from everyone on the internet ever (and, I’ll confess, all of those will get bumped to the back of the line when Gardner Dozois’s The Year’s Best Science Fiction arrives on my doorstop next week).
When I was an atheist, I didn’t feel a ticking time-bomb urgency to explain and explore every part of my metaphysics (and arguably, the situation was more timebound then, since that’s how I lost the boyfriend). If you think I’m wrong, I’ll still be wrong in a month, and you’ll have more data to use in your attacks.
I’m pretty cool (I mean, c’mon, I have armor), but I really doubt that I’m such a threat that I need to be addressed immediately. So I’ve not got a lot of patience for the people who are reading only the About Me and the conversion post and then launching into rebuttals.
Especially when JT, Adam, and Camels with Hammers are trying to suss out what I actually believe and attack where I’m strongest. And because they want my best shot, they’ve all been quite understanding that I want to reply to them, but will need time to do it well.