So, you're sitting in a tea shop, quietly reading a book...

[Gawdzilla Sama]

...and this drunk comes in and tries to get you to drink out of the bottle he's been sucking on, apparently for some time now. He insists that the rot gut is better than tea and you should try his favorite brand because it's really great.You decline and he gets angry that you would not agree to get as besotted as him. You explain that tea and booze aren't in the same drink category and booze is actually rather bad for the person drinking it. He then attacks you for being "closed minded" about booze. 

You can see where this is going, right?

[popeyespappy]

You can see where this is going, right?

You need someone to come post your bail?

[CapnAwesome]

Tea shop? Bad comparison because drinking alcohol is better than tea. Where as being an Atheist is better in every possible way. It's more like someone came in and tried to convince you to drink liquid shit.

[Sal]

Is OP an analogy for theism?

[Gawdzilla Sama]

Is OP an analogy for theism?

For theists, especially the proselytezers we get here. 

As for alcohol, we don't live our lives out drunk ... mostly.

[brewer]

OP: I'm guessing kick to the groin.

[Chad32]

They work hard to convince us that the tea is bad, and will never satisfy us. Also when they give us beer, and we turn away the bitter taste, they say just keep drinking until you convince yourself that it tastes good, and that sweet tasting tea is evil.

[I_am_not_mafia]

I prefer to think of it as someone trying to infect me with a parasite which sucks all my time, money and thoughts.

Or a junkie trying to convince me to get high.

[brewer]

Tea made from that evil leaf, bad, bad, bad. 

Tea from shrooms, peyote, blotter, good, good, good! (unk, unk)

[Little lunch]

I wake up, lying on the floor in a vast room, surrounded by other sleepers as far as I can see.
I've been asleep for a while but some of these people are old. From the dust that has settled around them I get the impression that most of these people have never even stirred.
I spend hours trying to wake the sleepers up.
Most are comatose, some groggily open their eyes only to fall back into slumber, while others lash out, giving me the impression they're only half asleep.
None awaken.
I realise they can only awaken on their own, as I did.
Sunlight hits me. It's coming from a door with an exit sign above.
I can see the shapes of people, people who are awake.
With a tinge of excitement I walk towards the exit.