I'm a hobbit
At least according to the car load of inbreds allowed to drive as I was heading to the shops today. Either I was frodo, am shagging frodo or am his offspring I didn't quite catch it all, I'm also a 'speccy four eyes' hobbit at that.
What makes people think acting like that is ok? Why is it ok to attack someone for who or what they are, and can't help, like you are the blueprint for perfection? Of course I should laugh it off, but then I shouldn't be in that position at all if human beings acted with a fucking modicum of respect for others as another human being. They didn't know me, they don't know how for years I couldn't even go to the shops because there were people at the bus stop just before it and I ran home unable to pass them, what it takes to overcome that and to leave your home full of self esteem for once, confident and how fragile all that is, how you can crush someone and set them years back with what you find amusing for a second, your disrespect for another soul without a moments thought.
Think about that next time you go to open your mouth to treat anyone like that, and do me a favour, take yourself out of the gene pool, and no I really don't care how, and on your way out, kiss my short, hobbity, speccy arse