I'm Going Straight To Hell for this one....

I get asked alot of questions. I'm getting better at figuring out which to answer and which ones don't need answers. See there are alot of questions in life, some more loaded than others. Most of the time, greetings are just questions that are really not questions at all: they're just greetings.
How are you?
How's it going?
How are you feeling today?
The question (greeting) is alot of the time just as automatic as the answer (Ok. Could be better. etc). They are just automatic responses to a greeting.
But then you get into the loaded questions that are used as greetings. The kind that I don't like. The kinds of questions that I feel puts pressure on me to give a certain response; or if not the correct response, then I should feel small for not being able to give that response. These really bother me. Sometimes I give the answer that I think that person is wanting. Sometimes I ignore the question. But most of the time, I just answer honestly. And then I try to avoid that person from then on.
Welllllllllll, it just so happens that this has been happening alot lately and with pretty much the same question but from different persons. I've met a few preachers at different places since I've been back in Memphis. There's always at least one making the rounds at the hospital and a couple have come over to visit at the apartment (I don't no how they found out where I'm staying cause I would never tell them). And just about every time I hear the same kind of question, "Have you excepted the Lord Jesus Christ as your personal Savior?" OR "Have you been saved into the Church?"
I've put up with it but last week I had had enough. A preacher came over to visit. My Dad let him in. I was laying on the couch, I didn't feel that great at that moment and really didn't want company (my Dad told me later that he shouldn't have invited him in but the preacher was a little forceful). He came in and stuck his hand out to shake. When I reached to shake his hand, he asked me, "Have you except the Lord Jesus Christ as your personal Savior?" It hit me like a lightening bolt, what an incredibly rude way to greet someone. I pulled my hand back. I asked him did he think that was a pleasant way to greet someone for the first time. And since my answer to his question could be "NO", what was his response going to be, that it's something I should be thinking about since I'm sick? Was his main objective coming over here to make me feel even worse? I told him that he didn't make me feel worse. His ignorant question just made me mad. I told him that it was none of his fu-king business and I went back to my bedroom (that word kinda slipped out and it made my Dad so very proud of me, NOT). He left not long after that, with my Dad apologizing for me. LOL. My Dad has since stated that I should refrain from cussing people who are invited into our home and especially preachers.
Oh well, shit happens.
But that stuff bothers me. It's like someone coming up to me and demanding I be like them. If I'm not, then I should feel bad. It's just not right. And I understand that it was probably something that was natural, his natural greeting. To me it was an accusation or an act of aggression. He attacked me. LOL. Maybe he'll put out the word through the grapevine, that I'm crazy and to leave me alone. And maybe he'll think before he asks that question from now on. See I don't mind telling the people I know about my personal beliefs. It's not a secret. But it's not a casual conversation piece with strangers because it's my spirituality and not a group belief. I don't go up to strangers and hold out my hand, and say "Are you a bigoted Christian?" That's what I should have asked him but I didn't think of it then.
Man you should see my journal. Since then just about every thing has been about religion. LOL. It's funny, some of the dumb crap I say when I get mad. I lose what little intelligence I have. Nothing I've put in my blog is a rant compared to the "mad" entries in my journal.
I just wonder how everybody else handles stuff like this. How do you answer a question like that without feeling like your in an interrogation? I feel bad now how I acted. I think I should have been a better person and just ignored it. And I went wayyyyy overboard with my language. I let something bother me and maybe it was too easy to be offended by this? But sometimes enough is enough. Right now, things are messed up enough without people I don't know adding to it. Maybe I'm not perfect after all.
Nahhhh. I'm still perfect.