What if everyone was just like me?

l like the fact that in our society there is a diversity of culture and personality. I mean, could your imagine what it would be like if everyone liked all the same things, spoke the same way... etc.? Today I walked past 3 guys who were sitting under a tree. Two of them were playing banjos, the other a violin. I thought to myself," how gay". I mean, they were sitting there in the middle of a college campus, right next to the student union, playing this "freakin', weird-ass, backwoods, 'shine drinkin', "slap yo' knee & kiss your wife 'cause she's your cousin & your sister", hillbilly music. Then, almost as a second thought right on top of the first, I thought, "yeah, how gay dude... You tryin' to judge everyone by your thoughts, likes, and dislikes. What if all the world was like you dude? There would be no folk festival to take that girlfriend to [if you even had one]. You know the one where she just thinks it's so romantic when the two of you slip away just a few feet from the other tourists so you can both look at each other and read each other's thoughts, as you both picture yourselves younger and in a different era, chasing each other through the barn and "rompin'" in the hay. Then that evening as you join your hosts for their "vintage folk music on the green" gathering, you sit on the blanket, your arms around her, her breasts resting on your arm and the sweet intoxicating fragrance of her hair and perfume enchants you and awakens your most primal urges of lust and desire, as her head rests against your shoulder and chin. She looks up at you, gives you a warm assuring kiss, that with one more glass of wine there will be know doubt that after the show you WILL get lucky...and it may not wait till you get home. Oh, and did I mention, the musical guests that night are none other than yours truly, "Two Gay Guys Playing Banjo, with a Gay Violin Accompaniment". So yeah dude go ahead and mock them if you like, but keep in mind, it may be them who support your little folk festival. If it weren't for their getting together whenever and wherever they could, they would never be good enough to support your lil' shin-dig folk festival. One more tid-bit to make it more like a salt crusted knife... that g/f of yours... Well it just so happens that this becomes her secret memory she replays to herself when she questions her feelings for you."

By this time I'm well past my "folky" friends, reeling in the lash of criticism I have just unleashed upon myself. I realize that should everyone be like me, there would be so much dullness in the world around us. It is so easy to get caught up in our own visions of self-grandeur and prejudice. Every one of us experiences it in some form or another. Oh, I'm sure someone is sitting there now, saying, "Not me!!", but it's true. If you are saying you’re free of such things you're not just a bigot... you're a liar as well.