Variety is the spice of life. Right?
Even though I shouldn't be, I am surprised and dismayed at people who can't accept that everyone is different.
I've always enjoyed the diversity of people. We are all so different, and I find it interesting to hear about someone elses upbringing and life, and to hear their stories and sometimes to share in the things they like to do that I would've never thought to do.
There are things that I love and feel very passionate about that someone else will say "Meh!" There are some things that I would never do that others love to do. It's what makes life interesting.
Maybe it was where I was raised. Most people, when they hear that I'm from Utah always, without fail, ask if I'm Mormon. But the area I grew up in was different that the Salt Lake or Provo valley. I grew up in central Utah in the coal mining area. A lot of different people went there to work in the mines. There were as many Catholics in my town as Mormons. There were also a few Greek Orthodox families that gave our town some nice variety. We also had one African American family and they were the most popular kids in each class.
One would think that our gay community would be the leaders in this, right? We want to be accepted by others, so we are more accepting of different people. Well.... most of us.
This weekend I was caught off guard by someone who belittled me for not liking the same things he did. He asked how long I spent on "that damn blog" and belittled me about some other things that I enjoy doing.
I just don't get his comments. What prompted it was I apologized for not being able to go hang out with him at the pool because the plumbing project took longer than expected (I did get the toilet fixed, all my myself... and it works!!) Then I had all my other chores I had to get to.
This is someone who I called a friend but has made me reconsider who I categorize as such. I think "acquaintance" would be more appropriate for him. Or am I just being too sensitive about it?
Your thoughts and comments are welcome.