When I went to see the optometrist, Dr. South, I had commented about being "eye-tarded," my eyes are so bad. She did not appreciate the comment. It's a good thing she didn't decide to be a fireman. Fire retardant materials would probably drive her insane. When I was young we had a rule that was shared in a little song where sticks and stones would break my bones but names would never hurt me. The fanaticism that goes into getting upset about someone else's deprecating statement because it could be applied to a larger group of people and because it is imposed with your own personal stigma, or even cultural stigma seems somehow... hmm, what's the word... ? Oh yah. "IDIOTIC" in its own way. The doctor for eyes is also the doctor of public correctness... and anger. Publicly correct or suffer her wrath. Really, she just made a face and accompanying noise to indicate she didn't approve. People trying to be hurt by words that are not publicly "correct?" I don't even like that phrase. It's more like political hypochondriac.
A big part of sitting at trial was that no matter what I did or did not do, someone always thought it was an indication of something bad. People see whatever I do (or hear whatever I say) in the worst possible way now. Now I want to read The Scarlet Letter again. Who knew those books from grade school and high school were all about the ugly of some people's human nature. Yes, trivial and petty. I didn't get shanked yet though. Sorry for the boring commentary about something that should be nothing.
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