Stuff

Why do people assume that I am okay with racially insensitive remarks? I mean, do I look like a racist? Sure, I’m white, my head is practically shaved, and I do speak with a bit of a twang. Oh. Anyway, I think that racism is the only thing that truly shocks me: it’s just so… ugly. Perhaps it’s just that I don’t imagine that people could be that way, or the fact that I simply cannot tolerate prejudice. Yes, we could go into the whole “you can’t hate the haters” philosophy, but I think that is bullshit. Each of us is endowed with free will and the ability to choose how we will live our lives. If you choose to dislike people because of the color of their skin or because of who they love, then you are a waste of skin. I feel perfectly comfortable choosing to hate you for being a dumb fuck. You can whine and cry all you like about how you were raised that way, how you didn’t never learn no better (because I assume you are some kind of white-trash hick), but bottom line, you are choosing your actions. End of story. Nothing is more empowering than realizing you are the captain of your own destiny, that you are free to make choices about your life. For instance, I am at the crossroads of the biggest choice of my life: should I succumb to the dark forces within me, forces I thought long ago vanquished, and become the bitter, negative, cynical, jack-ass I once was? Or, should I keep the tiny ember of hope (that’s really all I have left) aflame, and have faith that the things I want, that I need, for my life to feel complete, will come to me?