How you act…

[MAC]

…determines how you get treated.
Its sad to think that you might be judged based on what you resemble (hair, color, nose, etc) without being given a chance to PROVE yourself with your actions. I think about this when I feel the need to judge those around me.

I have many friends who strike me as being a little odd, but they always deal square with me and show consideration for the things I value, so I give them a lot of credit for that and return it in kind.
I have met a lot of ppl in passing whom where very different than me but they walked right on in peace with out ever feeling it necessary to test or conflict with me. There is NO conflict unless it is sought.

I walk through life (including this place) with respect, a sense of humor, and a dash of humility. I won’t stand for those things being insulted, mocked or assaulted.
Anyone who thinks that means I am due for abuse because the world doesn’t work that way is part of the problem. I don’t waste my life fighting over stupid shit just because some asshole thinks life is conflict.
I won’t suffer for other’s difference and I won’t ask my friends to suffer either.
Occasionally, a friend may (IMHO) put up with something or go looking for trouble I wouldn’t risk, so I leave them to their fate with no sympathy or remorse.

I take my sig pretty seriously. The hands I shake I choose to shake and I won’t be obligated to suffer for handshakes I know will hurt my friends or me.
So pick your hand and shake it but don’t fuckin look for me when the devil comes to collect.

If I wanted to get bit, I’d shake hands with him:

[Billyman]

I treat eveyone the way I want to be treated up to a point. If you're a dick, then I'm the bigger one.

Resemblance to something and "labeling" someone because of appearence it stereotyping.

I remember starting a new job when I was nineteen. I look pretty much like I do now without the facial hair. A guy came to me a few day's later wanting to know if he could get some good shit. I told him to take a laxative or eat some collards or something. He said "Naw man, you know what I mean.....good shit" I told him that yeah, I knew what he was talking about and that I don't do shit, good or bad. I don't sell it, have it, or know where to get it. He pushed the issue farther until I finally told him to fuck off.

Heh, musta been the hair.

And I'll shake your hand if we've just met. That's common curtiousy. Do me wrong, fuck me, and I'll slap you with your own hand the next time it's offered to me.