Accusations Of Buddhism

broken Buddha

A writer on Twitter recently said she followed me because she tries to follow all the Buddhist writers. I told her that I’m not a Buddhist. She responded, “Yeah, you are.”

Weird enough, but this isn’t the first time this has happened. In San Francisco there was a Buddhist Temple up the street from where I lived. I met a novice one day when I was walking the dogs. He greeted me like he knew me. I had seen him before, but had never spoken to him.

He asked me what made me become a Buddhist. I told him I wasn’t. He looked me up and down, then smiled and said. “I think you are.” He then gave me a laundry list of things that made him think I was a Buddhist. It wasn’t so much a list of Buddhist things as not being an asshole things. I told him that and he laughed. “Isn’t that the goal of all religions?”

Of course the weird part was that this gray-robed guy knew way too much about me. Where I lived. What car I drove. Which homeless people I talked to. Creepy.

So, I don’t really care if people think I’m a Buddhist, as long as people have no expectations of me.