Why do I keep doing this? *invokes Blackheart icon*

So I met a Christian today. Yeah, yeah, big surprise, it's the South. But she was nice and softspoken and had a bit of a mustache, and even when she randomly popped out with "Do you believe in God?" I didn't really have the sense to get the hell out of Dodge. For some reason, I have the inability to just walk out of this sort of situation before it starts.

Now insert an hour and a half of religious conversation, with the predictable end result. I'm over on my side of the table tossing out logical arguements on how her god despite her constant claims that he was all loving and merciful and just wanted us to see things his way was coming off as a colossal jerk and sniffling ever so slightly because I do that when I get emotionally passionate about something, and she's over there going on about fluffy love stuff and never actually getting around to answering the holes I'm poking in her arguements.

I can never get a good answer as to where the concept of Hell even existing at all fits into the idea of eternal love and grace and mercy and bah. Every time I have this discussion with someone it only pokes me farther in the direction of favoring the guy with the balls to spit in his face and damn the consequences (literally). And I'm guessing that was not really her objective.

Eventually I gave her my number in case she wanted to meet up again sometime and we parted ways with, oddly, this final bit of discussion. No clue where it popped out of.

"I just thought of something else Jesus said. 'Blessed are ye who mourn, for ye will be comforted.'"
"I don't mourn."

Well, I don't.