Banter (067)

I've been called too sensitive, but I'm not sure I am. Parts of society are catching up to the way I feel about how people should be treated with regards to their tolerance for bullshit and disrespect. It doesn't seem to be catching on quickly enough, especially within middle aged and older white males. 

My life just flashed before my eyes while sitting in the bar with half of Mike's hockey team. It's happened before at the fraternal club he belongs to. I see myself forever being miserably forced into dismissing conversations between guys about how our current president and his supporters are stupid, how people are wimps now, how women are hysterical and only good for babies and sex, etc. I questioned if I really want my life to play out with continuous scenes like this.

Then, the guy who we brought Mama Juana to the bar for, and talked about the resort pros and cons with, suggested I come into the locker room to be the team's "professional lace tier." Of course, that's innuendo. I laughed and told him "not interested, I have carpal tunnel." But I should have grabbed his stick and whacked him over the head with it. Just because I entered into their banter about blurring the background in dick pics with their new five-camera phones doesn't mean I was inviting myself to be disrespected in a sexual manner like that. 

Perhaps I shouldn't write this in an upset state, but this is the truth of the situation I'm in. I'm uncomfortable and tired of this shit.