on the metro today, i passed this guy. he looked university aged, big guy, muscled, looked like a total frat boy jock-y asshole kind of dude. i mean, i know dudes like that and they're mostly okay, but the stereotype still sticks with me, i'm not entirely sure why or if it's a good thing. i heard a line of his conversation, and it honestly surprised me.
"I was like, "yo bro, chill, what the hell's your problem?"
it surprised me because i am, in a way, preconditioned to the assumption that there's more to people than appearances, that random lines of conversation are illuminating to the inner soul of a man, and that within these windows i'd be able to find something good and pure.
but no, the snatch of dialogue i heard was perfect for him, it was exactly him in so many ways.
and is it bad that i find some comfort in that? that appearances can reflect personality so perfectly sometimes? i only heard a single line of this guy's conversation, but i don't think it's much of a stretch to assume that he's always like that at least a little bit, that no matter how far away from the bro-serna he puts off, he's always circling that pigeon-hole. and i know i should rebel against this but really i'm kind of tired today and i want things to be simple sometimes. is that a crime?
man, i meant to write about nationalism but i'm beat. i'll try that out tomorrow, i need a personal nationalistic manifesto more than you know.
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