Most of my MUTODs have been about me complaining:

“There’s a new ECKSBAWKS!  WHINE!!!”

or

“VIDEO GAMES!  TV SHOWS!  WHINE!!”

“WINE!  WHINE!”

So let’s mix it up a little and let me share things from my own perspective in the longest, most tangent-laden way possible.  As the name suggests my posts are my unfiltered/uneducated thoughts.

I am writing this as though it were a stream of consciousness.  Or an open letter to the close-minded.  It’s another one-sided conversation.  I’m not even going to backspace key.  Not at al.  Oh I didn’t say that last part?  Well…

Look! Look! Over here! Heyheyheyhey!

I will admit right away(ish) that this MUTOD’s title is misleading, because there was never a single day where I learned who other people are.  The “normal thing” is that we grow up with the world revolving only around us.  People that you know still haven’t grown out of this ideology.  Most of us break through.

So — obviously at the risk of this getting personal I’ll just straight say out that when I was growing up no one in my family ever told me that any group of people were bad.

For this I consider myself very fortunate.  (Full disclosure: I’m not trying to come off as sounding pretentious, nor am I writing from my high-horse.)

My upbringing was not clouded with judgment, nor conditioned or associative with thoughts inferior people.  There simply was no such thing.

The only discrepancy I knew about people was that some lived in nice homes and some didn’t.  Sesame Street had all walks of life, of all different colors.  Lego Men were all yellow, not white, not black, and their gender was determined by you, The Builder.

You could call it “sheltered,” but that sounds kind of negative.

Poor Fredo.

But then something happened.

I would grow up around people who weren’t like me.  And that was okay.  Under the surface we weren’t any different.

And I’m grateful that no one ever had to tell me that.  Ever.

Baby’s First T-Shirt.

Obviously the big news this week was that two/three days ago the Supreme Court of the United States decided that the Defense of the Marriage Act was unconstitutional.  Spoiler Alert:  This will very likely be one of the points we’ll be talking about on this Sunday’s BroCast.  There was much rejoicing.  Facebook feeds were aflutter atwitter heavily devoted to statuses about it.  “Liking” sprees were had.

People are people.  There is no elegant way to phrase that.  People should be treated fairly — who gives a shit what their religion is, what they look like, who they pray to, or who they fall in love with?  Who the fuck cares?  How does this person’s personal preferences affect your life in any way?  And why does it matter to you?  (And why can’t that be written in official government bills?)

Despite the celebration of the overturning of DOMA there are still 35 states who do not accept this.

And it bothers me because why should there be ANY states that have an issue with this?

Evolution happens.  On every level.  You kids remember Pogs?  Pogs are the “traditional marriage” of today.

Or to use another toy let’s put it this way:

American Tolerance 40 Years Ago, Personified

And let’s inflate this article a bit more…

American Tolerance Today, Personified.
(Also it’s state of gun control, Personified)

(The World According to Me, anyway.)

The fact that racial segregation happened in America blows my mind, much like — again — people who didn’t know that Titanic was based on a real event.  Racial segregation is (figuratively) unbelievable to me.

It takes forever for people to be accepted by this country, and there’s something wrong about that.

Mr. O’Brien…um, about your application…

It is ridiculous to even think that Americans ever felt this way.

This is the American Experiment.  You can’t stop it much like you can’t stop the sun from coming up.  And you shouldn’t feel like you ever have to.  And if you do then you’re nearsighted and I feel sorry for you.  You also may have some mild development issues if you can’t see anyone elses’ viewpoint.

(And if you suffer from such an condition that’s fine.)

Obviously the world isn’t all rainbows and sunshine.  There are truly bad people out there, and this is a grey area that I refuse to dive into, because the definition of “bad people” to me is another 500 words that I am not writing.  Again — it’s a grey area, but I would hope you know where the line is drawn.

To repeat a point from earlier there was never one particular day when I learned who everyone else is, but I am still learning.  The palette expands, and I am fortunate to be here in this boiling pot of a city country where you can meet six different types of people in a day.  And it is great.  And there is no reason to be shitty to any of them.

Never seen the movie — doesn’t mean I can’t agree.