Recently I was confronted with the realization I am prejudiced against a certain class of individuals. Am I proud of it? No.
But the holiday season really pushes my fear front and center. It seems like everyone and their Momma is out shopping. That means more populated stores.
I’ll be in Publix minding my own business. Trying to decide what sushi plate to buy. Then there they are. You can tell the worst ones by their hair and kids.
I never judge a book by its cover.
Unless the book has a bob hairstyle, a kid on the dance team, just got back from a PTA meeting, and almost runs me over with their buggy.
People who walk in the store like they own the place. Completely cold to the welfare of others. With a frigid look that just yells, “I will choke you to death right here in this Publix if you come between me and my son’s peanut-free peanut butter.”
Or they give you an empty, dead inside glance as they buy cosmetics for a daughter that is one house party away from being on Teen Mom.
I’m talking about upper middle-class women who seem to just hate life. You know? Those women who appear to have it all: nice car, kids at good schools, husband with a great job.
Yet, cross their path in a grocery store and they look like they are ready to claw your eyes out for no reason other than to see the smile fade from your lips.
Or they pull into a parking lot, driving their obnoxiously large SUV, and you wonder for a brief moment if they are going to run over that elderly gentleman.
I’m actually being dead ass serious right now. I’m terrified of upper middle-class women. This is why I never go shopping right after school or Church lets out. I get too many negative vibes at once.
I can’t tell if I’m being irrational or intuitive. I legit get anxious when I’m around too many bob hairstyles, resting bitch faces, and Vera Bradley bags.
My prayer is that everyone finds something to smile about this Christmas season.
May Jesus shine positivity and glee into everyone’s lives!
Especially those who may negatively impact my shopping experience. 🙂