The other day I was at the bar having one of those conversations that probably should not be held when alcohol is involved. As the discussions continued to escalate, the person I was in a debate with resorted to some low-blows. The only low-blow that bothered me was when I was accused of being a racist. I am not sure why that one really pissed me off, but it did. I know I am often an ass to people, I like being blunt and I’m not afraid to say my mind… but I do not care how someone looks. Seriously, out of ALLL the unique characteristics of someone, I am going pick the color of their skin as the reason I don’t like them? The color of someone is so trivial compared to their character, actions and how they do what they do.
I looked them in their eye and said, “I am not a racist, if I am not going to like someone it is because either I don’t like their character or what they are doing.”
I sometimes think people who call others a racist are sometimes racist themselves. Perhaps by me making that statement I am a racist myself? Although I could give a flying fuck about what someone looks like. Or dresses for that matter… if only I couldn’t be judged for wearing socks & sandals. sigh.




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