I’ll kick this off and state that I do my best to be non-racist; however, I was raised in a very rural area, and words that you would find repellent were spoken around me all the time, and my experience with people – white and black – was that “people” are jerks (I later revised this to “rednecks of any color are mostly jerks”). My boss and several of my co-workers are black and are lots of fun to work with; when filling out a “diversity” survey in my workplace, I discovered that I had to really think about whether there were any “minorities” in management positions. I almost answered “no”! Despite all of this, I have a vestige of my old attitudes that pisses me off to no end.
Every once in a while (maybe once a month), for no good reason, I get a Tourette’s-like compulsion to scream the N-word repeatedly at the top of my lungs in a room while I’m in mixed company. Sometimes I get this terrified feeling that I’m about to actually do it.
So I hate that about my brain.
Oh, IRRATIONAL hatred? Any of those decorative touches on cars or clothing that are there specifically because the wearer has been convinced that it is “cool.” Hearing people evaluate everything they ingest based on its “carbs”. Polo shirts with the collars up. Flip-flops as casual shoes… in a city that’s three hours from the beach, in November. Cars with the stereo turned up so loud that even if I wanted to enjoy the music, the distortion would prevent me from understanding the (shitty) lyrics.
Oh, and 'cause this is the Pit,
I hate people who have no fucking situational awareness.
