My mother told me today that she was very surprised that I did not show the "you are on the highway to hell" gentleman my full wrath and tell him exactly what I thought of him and his theology.
Somehow I was able to stifle the quick-to-anger part of my personality, probably through no doing of my own. I'll pin that one on Jesus.
Maybe this means I am finally ready to act like a responsible, reasonable adult. That's a funny thought.