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Apparently I'm scum...
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May 02, 2008, 09:11:am
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I'm sure there are plenty of people around here who have been called names based on their appearance. Today was my turn.
It played out something like this:
I'm minding my own business, walking from the office to Tesco's to buy some lunch. A van slows down to keep pace with me, the driver leans out of the window, clearly delivers his opinion on my value as a person and drives off before I respond.
The actual insult doesn't bother me. I'm old enough and wise enough (or at least faking the wisdom) not to care. I've been called plenty worse before, and am thankfully blessed with a pretty solid ego and sense of my own worth. In fact its arguably a hugely inflated sense of my own worth, but thats besides the point. The insults themselves are water off a ducks back.
So instead of being upset or angry, I'm feeling philosophical. There is some sort of fundamental disconnect between my brain and that of the driver in question. One that I don't understand. Somehow he felt that it was not only acceptable to call a complete stranger names, it was actually worth him putting in the effort of slowing down to do so. I just don't get it. The idea of calling a complete stranger names is pretty alien to me. The act of actually putting even a miniscule amount of effort into doing so is even more so.
So what exactly drives someone to bother? There has to be a reason why someone would make the effort, even if its a stupid reason. A feeling of superiority at putting someone else down? And unreasoning dislike of people who opt to appear in a particular way (not that my work attire is all that odd)?
I'm leaning towards the "some people are just stupid" answer, even if it does seem like a cop out.
Mood: Thoughtful
Music: Puscifer - Rev 22:20
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