Now before I begin, I feel like I need to state some obvious facts so that there isn't too much butthurtiness in this thread. 1. No obviously this type of behavior doesn't apply to the vast majority of people of any race. 2. No obviously I'm not accusing you of anything nor am I saying that you condone this type of behavior. 3. No I'm not angry, I'm just sharing an experience so that we can all learn and grow together my dear. __________________________________________________________________ I think I need to get the fuck out of the south as soon as humanly possible. I was walking to the gas store from the bank, daydreaming about levitation and stumping skeps left, right and center - as I usually do lol - when this random white guy in a car said "hey wassup n*gg**". I thought shit just got real for a second and quickly scanned the area. I noticed that he had a friend in the front seat - who looked like he was ready to turn into a cockroach and slide under his car seat - and two other guys around the place. I was mostly looking to see if they had any guns or weapons on them and when I didn't see anything, I just smiled and nodded. I spent about 30 seconds in the gas station before leaving. Honestly, it just felt weird. It felt tense. I could feel my body being afraid. I could feel the adrenaline, the tightness in my chest that lingered until I was a good distance away from the place. After that came the simmering rage - not directed at the guy but at people who would see it as a non-threatening gesture from a possibly intoxicated individual. After all, black people say it to each other all the time so why can't he? ...... Rage gave way to an empty feeling. I had intellectually rationalized similar situations so many times that it didn't feel necessary to go through the same shit again. These three emotions - anger, fear and emptiness oscillated inside of me until they were barely a whisper then I just let it go. I feel bad for the guy. I don't think he realizes how dangerous it is to do that - even with your buddies around. I suppose he saw me as an easy, solitary target (I wear dorky glasses lol ) but you never know who you're interacting with. What if I was different? What if I had a gun on me or something else? What if I was in a bad mood and was looking for a fight? I think you'd have to be crazy to live your life like that.