I’m going to tell you a secret.

First off, and this is completely unrelated to me telling you a secret, here’s a picture of my car. I like this picture. Even if you don’t like cars, there are worse things to look at.

Anyhoo, if you’re every worried that a group of people might think you’re a jerk because of how you might have voted, some physical characteristic of your person, the car you drive, and have either thought of saying or have said …..“But, but I’m one of the good ones.”

For instance, lets use my green beetle as an example. I get razzed because it’s ‘a Nazi car’. I have other dear friends who just won’t own a VW of any flavor because of history between that company and the Nazi party. Right on. Razzing is razzing, groovy. The second is a personal belief, cool. I’ve never worried that either of those two sorts of people think I’m a Nazi. Why? Because if they thought that, they’d tell me. It also doesn’t hurt that I don’t act like a Nazi.

That being said, if you have ever worried that people will think you’re a Nazi because of the car you drive, or if you’re racist because of how you voted, or that you’re a short-exclusionist who believes in eugenics because you’re 8' tall…..

Here’s the secret, are you ready?
THEY ALREADY KNOW IF YOU’RE A GOOD PERSON OR NOT.
Really, you don’t have to explain to them that you are, I promise.

How do I know that?
I pay attention.

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I’m the guy with that weird car and six cats. Yes, six. (It’s actually closer to 12 cats now.)

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