Okay, newsflash, I like to paint my fingernails.
Looks fucking fantastic, doesn’t it?
Why am I bringing this up you might ask? Because I’ve started doing things a little differently than the oh-so-boring masses and mix it up with life a bit. I like being different. I don’t want normal. I want extraordinary. In doing this, I have found that the reactions various people display when coming into contact with me on a daily basis have become both humorous and annoying.
For instance, the other day (at work no less) I was asked, “So, how often do you paint your nails?”
I kind of gave this person a blank stare for the millisecond it took my brain to do witty remark magick. I wasn’t offended at all by the question. I love talking about me. I’m awesome sauce. It was just such a none ya bidness question I had a hard time processing that they asked it (at work no less).
My retort was thus: “Whenever the paint wears off.”
Next question: “Is there any reason why you paint them?”
Second witty retort (this time much quicker): “Yeah. I like it.”
So much what the fuck happened in the span of less than a minute I was astounded.
I understand the curiosity, though, so if any of you out there don’t understand why this line of questioning bothers me then let me drop some logic on you. By asking these kinds of questions you’re telling me a few things about you:
- You’re judgemental and you’re actively judging me.
- You’ve always towed the line and rarely step out of the box.
- You’ve been sheltered your entire life.
- You basically think what I’m doing is weird and dumb.
How do I surmise these things?
Because you’re basing your opinion of me solely because of exterior appearance. You know who else judges people simply by exterior appearance? Oh, racists, bigots, Trump supporters, and the rest of the generally scummy humans that think they’re superior to everyone else on the planet.
Later on in that evening I thought to myself that this must be just a tiny, itty-bitty taste of what it’s like to give up my white male privilege a bit and walk a few yards in the shoes of a person of color, a trans person, a gay person, or yes, even a woman.
This shit is clearly none of your business.
If you want to learn about the little quirks and oddities of my personality why don’t you get to know me instead of asking dumbass questions? Try being my friend and learning something about how other people live outside your little bubble of pseudo-reality. If you don’t want to invest the time into doing that then I suggest you play a friendly game of hide-and-go-fuck-yourself and keep your garbage hole shut. I’m not offended by your ignorance of common courtesy and I’m not a snowflake so I didn’t go all melty.
Seriously, though, use your fucking brain and show some respect.
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