"Do you really want to be the kind of person that the masses understand?"First of all, I'm psyched that people are interested in stickering! I'll definitely be doing it too! Just don't tell the authorities.
Well, I said I'd talk about the stony-faced, unbelieving people. Daria had Sick, Sad World and I suppose that I have Serious, Sad World. This is a post I made on Apositive (edited for length):
In short, the ignorant masses really bother me to the point of distraction. When someone makes a false statement about asexuality, even if I don't know the person, it upsets me. For as long as I can remember, I've been extremely overwhelmed with all the ignorance, intolerance, and injustice in the world...Even if someone's not talking about ME, I tend to take all statements about asexuality personally. Educating all these ignorant people seems like an overwhelming, if not impossible, task. I know there will be bigots everywhere, no matter what, but the fact that they are out there, not just for asexuality but for every group, disturbs me greatly and makes me paranoid. Sadly, there's no level of self-security that you have to have to be "made" asexual (or any queer person)... I can't be the only person who struggles with this, and I think it might be a reason why people are afraid to come out as asexual. These "ignorant masses" can be extremely hard to tune out if you're not secure in yourself, and sometimes even if you are.
Relevant and brilliant image from xkcd:
I'm not sure what I was getting at with this, except to raise an issue that I don't often see raised. However, it is a large one. How can we know that people are terribly wrong, accept it and go to bed? And how can we find other members of our small group without the fear of being told we're wrong? I don't know; questions are free but answers are valuable. I like to think of what everyone else says and does as a river flowing past me. If I see something I like going by, I can grab it, and everything else goes away and disappears. But sometimes I still feel like the ignorant masses are coming, like anacondas from the water (or something), to suffocate me with constant worrying about things I can't change. Freaky, that.