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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It's a rather complicated experience to explain on paper, but I shall make my best attempt. Some years ago, there was a Presidential candidate. I shall make my point without any identifications. So much of who we are and how we think lie beneath the surface and often go undetected by us and others. Case in point. For no apparent reason that I detected, a friend, thinking that I would be biased toward a certain candidate made a baseless and prejudicious assumption and informed me why I should not vote for that candidate. My friend did not realize we were supporting the same person, never bothering to ascertain such valuable information. She was not mean-spirited and felt close enough to me to allow her such freedom of expression. She never realized that her attempt at pointing me away from what she considered to be the wrong direction was in bad taste. I think that because she was much older, I decided not to confront her with the issue. To be biased is blinding. By definition, it is to have an undue propensity for something. I suspect that if her assumption was a legitimate one, her mission to change my way of thinking would have been justified. However, she relied on the historical data of the media and placed me in a certain category. In so during, I became a statistical entity and not a personal friend with a mind of his own. Ironically, she was blind to my lack of bias.
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