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We Don’t Talk To People We Don’t Know
and other stupid elitist human tricks …
What’s wild is that I’ve never been a judgmental person, yet I’ve gotten to the point where I have no patience with rude, snobby, badly-behaved people. Not only have I no patience, I no longer feel obligated to tolerate or humor people who behave badly.
I think it has a connection to our world’s ills, in the sense that people like me, Bruce, the rest of our family, and our friends — we’re not the problem. If any of us were in a decision-making position over, say, wars — we’d end ’em. Stuff like that.
Elitists are the problem. On an individual basis, these behaviors are just an inconvenience or laughable incident.
People who legitimately, deep inside, believe themselves to be above or better than others are the ones who make decisions that can influence our society: our environment, our monetary system, our government.
That’s why, I think, my patience is done.
Bruce and I were at the pool the other day — we often go separately — I arrived first. I walked in and a couple was sitting not far from the entrance.
“Hello, how are you?” I said as I walked by.
No response.
