A weird thing happened to me today. I was biking on a path and this guy going the other direction felt it necessary to roll down his window, swear at me, and call me a favor.
Luckily for me, I am so rarely the target of irrational hatred that it was more of a novelty than anything else. But it made me think. Because hatred, while generally unproductive, normally has a basis in something, even if it’s something inconsequential. So does this guy hate gay people and think that bike riders are gay? Or did I look extra gay today? Or does he just hate bikers and thought that was the best way to get to me?
Of course I won’t ever know. It’s possible that he is so full of hate that it occasionally just spews out in a random direction.
In the moment I yelled back “thank you”. That’s as likely to confuse and annoy him as much as anything I think.