I live in Japan and part of the culture here is to have drinking parties. This is a reflection of my day after said drinking party with a handful of awesome people.
But here we are after the drinking party. I’m thinking about insults from earlier on in the day. Insults that I hoped I had put aside. But I am inebriated and my soul is growling. Let’s listen to that growl.
I had that moment earlier today where I had a moment of doubt. I questioned whether or not my heart was in the right place. Perhaps I am looking at the worst readings of those I don’t agree with. Perhaps I am in an echo chamber of my own making.
And then two things happened. One is I looked back at my own posting history. I looked at who at called shenanigans on and who I defended. And I felt better.
Are you a different religion? Do you have a different orientation? You still have a seat at my table.
Are you trying to take from those friends? Do you think a Muslim or an LGBT deserves greater watching? Then you better watch your fucking mouth around me because I’m not putting up with your shit. Not today.
And if standing up for those that are being shackled by another’s ignorance makes me hateful in your eyes, then your outlook is truly twisted.
Today I broke bread with friends from three continents using two different languages. It was a joyous occasion even if fewer areas than normal were represented.
I celebrate diversity and do my best to understand those who are put upon. Those who only wish to punch down in the name of righteousness piss me off.
I am a white, straight, Southern man. A true Southern gentlemen. Why? Because I’m sick of those standing for oppression in pretty words.
Say I’m in an echo chamber, but I regularly work with folk from six out of seven continents and move them dearly. If you surround yourself with those with mirror upbringings as your own, then tell me agin about echo chamber.
Mine says “love thy neighbor” and my neighbors are vast.
What does yours say?