That’s why they’re acquaintances, rather than friends. I agree with your assessment. I can’t consider someone a friend who assumes I’m a piece shit until proven otherwise because of my immutable characteristics. Tangentially, I also can’t consider someone a friend who thinks hell is real and that a perfectly just god will send me there. Needless to say I have a small but close friend circle.
You can’t change other people. You can’t change society. You can’t change human nature. All you can do is to work with what the world gives you. All you can do is to adjust yourself. So you accept the sexism and racism and classism and ageism etc and find workrounds to make it through somehow to hopefully end up being mostly perceived as one of the good ones. Making lemonade out of the lemons life gives you. Screaming at the world to give you oranges will only cause the world to stop giving you lemons and then you have no more lemonade and a sore throat too.
Oh that’s cool, I know a lot of black people like that.
“Wait what? Wdym that’s racist? But I should accept ‘one of the good ones’ when it applies to me? I’m too ND for this bullshit.”
That’s why they’re acquaintances, rather than friends. I agree with your assessment. I can’t consider someone a friend who assumes I’m a piece shit until proven otherwise because of my immutable characteristics. Tangentially, I also can’t consider someone a friend who thinks hell is real and that a perfectly just god will send me there. Needless to say I have a small but close friend circle.
You either accept being one of the good ones or you end up being one of the bad ones.
And me saying that to black people when they get mad I said they’re one of the good ones isn’t racist? 'Cause…
You can’t change other people. You can’t change society. You can’t change human nature. All you can do is to work with what the world gives you. All you can do is to adjust yourself. So you accept the sexism and racism and classism and ageism etc and find workrounds to make it through somehow to hopefully end up being mostly perceived as one of the good ones. Making lemonade out of the lemons life gives you. Screaming at the world to give you oranges will only cause the world to stop giving you lemons and then you have no more lemonade and a sore throat too.
When god gives you lemons you find a new god.
There is no god, only Zuul.