Racist halfwits are offered self-awareness (!) but decline the offer
One of the perks/handicaps of being 360 years young (!) is spotting glaring contradictions. Sometimes this gets me into hot water.
For example, a mother and daughter with a 'foreign' accent in a cafe, suddenly confronted by a crowd of young males sporting tattoos and aggressive attire. They want to know if the females are British, and if not, do they have a job. If not why not f off back where you came from.
Mustering my reserved of patience (which is STILL not very impressive) I inquired about the Matt Damon DVD that one of the gang was carrying.
"Are you a Matt Damon fan?" I queried.
"Sure thing, old timer. What's it to you?"
"It is a DVD to me, sir. But then I have little imagination."
"What the fxxx." he explained.
"Do you recall the action thriller where a crowd of bemuscled males intimated a mother and daughter? I'm not sure it was a box office success."
"Never heard of it, dumbo," quoth the self-appointed spokesadolescent.
"Come to think of it, you're right. A gang of bemuscled youths terrorising a mother and daughter, practising swaggering in front of the mirror whilst drunk and collecting tattoos isn't box office material. Why do you suppose that it?"
A millisecond of self-awareness bathed his neurons before the internal dialogue recreated the fantasy of self-importance, at which point I had to run. Fortunately, the occasional glass of squirrel blood keeps this non-feeding vampire fairly fit. Fitter than a peehead, anyway ...
(Related psychology, projection, consciousness, TibestianUndead, fiction)