I’m not sure why, but evil people seem to identify with me, and feel that they can confide in me.
I mentioned last year about the jerk in the pool store who told me how much I was going to love my automatic pool cleaner because it was like having your own black man at the bottom of the pool, well something similar happened.
I met this new guy in town, who’s a pretty high-powered professional on the tennis courts, and it turns out we have a lot in common. He’s lived in New Orleans, so have I. We both grew up in the same town.
He’s a great tennis player, too. So, were talking about the old home town and from out of the blue he just launches into this string of stuff that was bigoted enough to make a KKK member socially embarassed.
I won’t even repeat it, that’s how bad it was. I got really, really quiet… so he repeated it again!
And I was liking this guy.
At first I was feeling pretty righteous about my feelings towards this guy, but then I started to feel pretty crappy about myself.
What did he see in me that made him feel safe making those comments? Why did he assume that it would be cool?
Then I realized this happens a lot to me.
People assume I’m evil. Yes I wear black suits and drive a black car with black sunglasses, and ok yes, I do sort of look evil in a cool way, and yes,
Maybe I am evil.
But, I’m not that evil.
Even Darth Vader has principles.