The nerve of some people

Someone called me narrow-minded the other day. Not to my face, mind you. I'd've smacked her if she had.

My first impulse was to . . . well, smack her. My second was to laugh. (Though you probably guessed that I'm still annoyed about it or I wouldn't be talking about it now.) Truth is, her comment just demonstrated how little she knows about me. Anyone who KNOWS me knows that's about as far from the truth as you can get. In fact, some family members think I'm so OPEN-minded that I'm going to burn in hell.

I have my prejudices, sure -- anyone who says they don't is a liar. I don't have much tolerance for liars. I can't bear stupid behavior. (Stupid people are different -- they can't HELP being stupid, so blaming them for it is pointless.) I hate condescension. When life was sucky last year, we dealt with a whole bunch of medical types, and without fail, every one of the MDs but one was condescending as hell. As Dr. Phil says, do I have "stupid" written on my forehead? I don't hate arrogance, but you need to have a damn good reason for it.

But "narrow-minded" isn't a word that anyone has ever applied to me. In this instance, what it really meant was I don't think/act/feel/believe as she does. I've got news for her: that's not narrow-mindedness. It's individuality. There aren't too many people just like me out there in the world -- what a scary thought! I'm with me twenty-four hours a day; I like a little variety in life. Okay, a LOT of variety. Different races, different religions, different backgrounds, different beliefs -- it makes life more interesting. Apparently, this person just wants little bobbleheads in her own image surrounding her.

Jeez, now THAT'S a scary thought. Rachel11:31 AM