Why being different is bad

I wrote a post about being honest with yourself and others. I wrote about not understanding people and how I wished I understood them more, but the more I have human interactions the more I doubt that desire. Sometimes you just have interactions with people and you remember why you claim to hate them and why you have no desire to understand or be anything like them.

It was a simple interaction. Three idiot guys thinking they were funny and just like with anything, most things you do doesn’t much matter, but you never know what someone is going through or what they have been through. They were being idiots and it felt more like an experience in a high school hallway than one in a workplace one, but that was the situation I was in. Is it that guys see a girl standing alone and they think easy target? I don’t really know nor do I want to know how the male brain works. I had my badge on so he had the privilege of calling me by my first name. I don’t know him so yes him speaking to me like he knew me, bothered me. It just rubbed me the wrong way. First thing that bothered me.

I guess he was trying to be “cute”, not really sure and I do not care, but apparently he was debating if he had a meeting with me and concluded, all while speaking out loud to himself, that he did not know me so he probably was not in the meeting I was going to. Lucky me, I did not know him and no, we were not going to the same meeting. Let me cut away for a moment and I will get back to the main story momentarily. I am not adverse to technology but I do still have a flip phone. No, you did not read that wrong, I do not have a smart phone. It is shocking, I know, in this day and age, but I just never got one and don’t really feel the need to get one right now. Back to the three guys now, well of course we are in IT, so they all must have the latest tech right? The one guy just walking up to join them chimes in about “liking” my phone to which I give an annoyed glare. He then proceeds to make a joke about asking if I updated with wireless security. The other two idiots with him of course erupt in laughter. Hilarious right?

I just seemed to brush it off, they were idiots but the more my day has gone on, the more bothered by it I am. I hate the feelings it gave me. I hate how people talk and treat each other. I don’t have a smart phone because I don’t want one. I could get one and I am thinking about it, but just because what I have is different from the rest of society, why call it out as a joke? What is funny about someone not having the latest technology? Or is it funny because you see me as being less? Why do we make fun of those who we “deem” as being less?

I understand I do have a job and in this day and age, it is something to be thankful for, but just because I have a job it does not mean that I want to pay an arm and a leg to a phone company. Shouldn’t we look at others who are different as unique? Shouldn’t we see the value in the way they are or here is an idea, if someone is minding their own business why don’t you just leave them the hell alone? In the entire interaction, I did not say anything to them, so why even bother me? 

Society sees someone alone and different so they think they are outsiders and weird. They see those that are different as being less, but what if we saw them differently? What if we saw them and thought why? What makes them different and actually care about them rather than they are different so point and laugh. These three idiot guys meant no harm, really, but they caused it. They saw me as being different and thought they would poke fun at me. They would make themselves feel better by making me feel less. It is horrible and disgusting behavior, but it is accepted and tolerated in our society and it sickens me. 

It boils down to treat others better. The fact is those guys could have gone about their days and left me alone, but they didn’t. They could have just been decent human beings and said hi, but they didn’t. They could have just not been assholes, but they didn’t. I just hate how society is sometimes and it makes me sad. If someone is different, instead of pointing and laughing, how about seeing what makes them special? See why they choose to not be cookie cutter. If someone is minding their own business? Why not leave them be? It doesn’t have to be complicated. Let people be, like, or do what they want, especially if it has no effect on your life. It seems pretty simple because it is.