I am not a good person at times
There are times, when I am a bad person. I don't really mean to be, and I don't want to be, but all and all...I am. Because there are times when I feel like such a complete snobby bitch, because I look around at some of the people I encounter and all I can think is "who the fuck let you out in public?" I don't exactly live in a big city area, it's not a SMALL place by any means...but....eh, it's got a bit of a rural backbone, shall we say. And dear sweet Jesus does that show sometimes. If there is a technical term for racism towards people from small podunk towns then I think I may be guilty of it.
My job, unfortunately is the worst. I work with some really nice, friendly, good hearted people (I also work with some that I feel I do not get paid enough to have to be in the same room with, but that's another rant), but....really...if ignorance is bliss they must be orgasmic by now. And it's simply an ignorance of people being far too bored, and believing outlandish bullshit far too easily. Thinking for yourself is not allowed! Hell, I know this happens EVERYWHERE, even the largest metropolis imaginable.
but at times....Oy.....