Anger

Lately, I've thought of certain people and I get angry. These are people from the past who opened their mouths and said something so ignorant that I still think of them with nothing, but dislike.

There was Jeff at college who had a fit at me not being able to afford materials for a certain project, shouting that because I was an art student like him, I should have set aside money for supplies instead of books. Little did he know I was at college on a wing and prayer with the maximum loan that my credit would allow me to take out.

There was also Cassandra who called me stupid for not buying my products ONLY if they were products of the USA. Her wealthy parents bought her a new BMW for her birthday. I have to buy my own groceries, and yes a penny here and a dime there makes no difference, but when that little bit of change can add up to save sometimes a couple hundred dollars over the course of a semester, that can be the difference between eating and not.

There is also a certain family member who claims to love gay people and thinks they're so fabulous, but then says they shouldn't be allowed to marry because that is spitting in the face of God. First, not everyone believe the same as you. Second, if you love homosexuals, then why aren't they allowed to have the same rights as you, but you have the same expectations that they go to work, pay for their own homes, buy their own food, not murder or rape, etc.?

I've just been angry lately, and I keep thinking back on the times when people have opened their mouths without having any idea what the world is like for other people. I'm not saying I'm not guilty of this crime, but I make an effort to be mindful of the fact that not everyone lives like me, but I can't help feel that most of the people surrounding me are small-minded in their beliefs and publicly make themselves look foolish and uneducated.