So on Friday, someone said something that I honestly thought was… uhm. Deeply deeply problematic and insulting. Actually two people said it.
And I didn’t say anything. I mean, I wasn’t thrilled about this, and I ended up swearing to a friend over it, and they made a pretty reasonable suggestion about the whole thing. Which I ended up taking, today.
But I didn’t think of it on my own, and more to the point, I didn’t say anything. A couple of acquaintances are saying stuff that–Jesus, I can’t even believe it, I didn’t think I knew anyone who was stupid and shrilly desperate and passive-aggressive and did I mention stupid enough to say that. And I know people who say some fairly stupid stuff. I don’t spend time around most of them.
And I didn’t say anything.
I feel like a coward. I suppose I am a coward, and I am currently going to work on not being nothing but a coward. For what it’s worth, which doesn’t feel like enough.
Today I apologized to the person they were talking in front of for not saying anything.
…yeah. Definitely not enough.