The Nature of Prejudice

A serious post for once. All my life people believed I was cognitively impaired. I decidedly am not. Can you imagine how it feels to be treated like that? Age definitely matters in this case: those of us who learned to spell as adults are certainly suffering from PTSD. And let’s face facts:  most of the world still believes that we are. It is hard to change your prejudices. I notice that many people insist on maintaining their biases, even in the light of incontrovertible evidence. Maintaining one’s rightness is more important than acknowledging its wrongness even if in doing so you hurt others. 


I have to say that I am usually not so serious. I am a goofball by nature. Calling a spade a spade…I am silly. But this upsets even me, and not a lot does.