So, I am going to let something out here, and hopefully there won't be too many people who hate my afterward.
So I have recently been chastized and found out I am a snob. I was going to soften the blow, but I just am.
My cousin Amee came down to visit. She is my favorite cousin, the cousin closest to my age, the one I grew up with, who even lived with Blaine and I when we had our twins. While we have both grown older, have differing interests, and look nothing alike (I am tall and "well rounded" and she is petite and skinny (insert curse on people with fast metabolisms including my love of my life here)), we still maintain the bond shared as children. I was exstatic to see her and her husband and son. They are awesome and our husbands share alot of interests. It is always nice to see her and the conversation flows the same as it did when we were growing up.
Here is where my snobbiness comes in. Amee and her husband are not the "normal" looking couple. She has facial peircings, and he has loooooong hair, and they stand out in a crowd. After they had gone home it hit me that if I didn't know them I probably wouldn't be the one to talk to them first. It shocked me and I tried to deny it. There was a time when I would have talked to people that looked like them. But for some reason, I had changed and I couldn't understand why or how it had happened. It honestly freaked my out. I realized there is so much judgement in the world. I know that the government does profiling, and there may be justifyable reason to do so in my life on some level, but at the same time I am always saying appearances are not who you really are.
It woke me up, and made me look at the world in a whole new way. That crack or meth houses are in everytype of neighborhood, there are good and bad in everyplace you go, and that people who look completely different from you can be your best friends.
I know this probably makes no sense to anyone else, but maybe each of us can look inside our selves and find something to change to make our world a more tolerable and accepting place.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
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