Insults don't bother me all that much. I think they reflect more on the person doing the insult than on the person being insulted. It's the other problems that happen that scare me. (Yeah, yeah, I hear you choking out there, denuseri.) Not getting hired for a job you can do well, just because you don't fall on your knees every day? (Happened to me, a long time ago.) Not being able to rent a room because you're not Baptist? (I told her I was born Catholic, even though I didn't consider myself such any more.) Other similar, minor torments. Or some not so minor, like John has endured from his family. The so-called tolerant religious aren't always quite so tolerant, it turns out.