I recall being bored with some friends when we went to a pizza place close to where we lived. we had just come back from going to a show, so we were having fun and dressed in band shirts and jeans. We were unaware of what had happened before we arrived but someone had drawn not too nice things with ketchup and other things, things got a little weirder when I heard people call us punks, and saying that we probably did it. It bothered me.
I proceeded to stand up and tell an middle aged man and his wife that neither my friends nor I did any of this and that it was very stereotypical that he would think so. I said excuse me first, and was not disrespectful at all, I just did not want someone thinking that I vandalize places just because I enjoy music and dress a certain way. The man just said "Fuck off, punk, don't be coming telling me nothing about what I think", I told him I just didn't want him thinking that I was vandalizing places.
The man then started whining about how we were potheads who have nothing better to do, I told the guy that I don't smoke. He proceeded to tell me that I do other drugs because I enjoy rock music. So I decided it would be better to sit back down, pissed off. As if that wasn't enough, the guy decided to yell at me and tell me that he wasn't finished with me. I said that I was finished talking nonsense, but some people don't understand. So he called me a dumbshit Mexican. If there is one thing people know about me is that I hate being called a Mexican, it is about one of the few things that piss me off. I told the asshole I wasn't at all a Mexican, and told him to stop bitching because I was smarter than him, after all, he told me to "Dont be telling him nothing". So. he wants me to tell him everything.
The thing was resolved when we finished eating and I just walked off and gave the guy the finger and called him some insult. I can't remember but it was funny afterwards as we got into my car. There are few things that piss me off and one is douchebags who don't do anything and being called a Mexican, I find it ignorant. Still that is the only time I remember being discriminated against, and for two reasons in one day. rofl. =D
I hate people like that. They see you dressed a certain way and they automatically assume you fall into every single one of the stereotypes. I remember walking into a Gamestop once with my friend. Mind you he had just gotten a mohawk and was wearing his favorite band shirt and just to fit is Peruvian as well. The store manager had his eyes on him the whole time, as if expecting him to start robbing. He was so suspicious he asked my friend to leave because he had assumed he was about to steal a game, when he was just showing it to me. How could this stranger just suddenly assume my friend is going to steal by the way he looks? He is one who wouldn’t even dare do such a thing. Karma is a funny thing though, especially since that Gamestop was robbed a week later by a “White Male.” Nice twist to the story isn’t it? I’m not saying that it was nice for the place to be robbed, but it’s Karma’s neat way of keeping us in line.
ReplyDeleteI was once called a satanic immoral child once. I was wearing black clothes and eyeliner, and I guess I fit the “rocker look” in that person’s eyes. If only they had known I was going to a funeral that day. Sometimes people don’t stop to think twice on what they are going to say. They just vomit words out, and it’s the nonsense that is emited is sickening. People need to take more time to reflect rather than just openly judge everyone they see passing by. We need to fit every puzzle piece before we see the big picture.