Every time I start to forget where I am versus where I grew up and stuff, something happens.
Like going out to dinner to a restaurant where everything is either fried, comes with gravy, or both, and almost everyone sitting down to eat is vastly overweight. Also, the conversations. My god. Like talking to my grandparents wasn't starting to get uncomfortable all by itself.
I'm a sheltered little hippie, aren't I? People actually think like this.
It's not even a matter of intelligence or capability, it's just exposure. They haven't seen enough or experienced enough to form opinions outside of television, movies, newspapers... Stereotypes. So I can't exactly get mad.
I can get sad, though.
Man, do I want to cry sometimes, listening to people here.
(my fried catfish and mashed potatoes with gravy were delicious)
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