Where I am now, I often think of the most random people. People who were friends in the most simple definition of the word, but whose absence never bothered me, nor mine them. I miss them now. I wonder how they are. I wonder if they're happy or sad. We shared good times and lots of laughs. I wonder also about those I've forgotten. It seems a bit of a puzzle to miss those you've forgotten, but there are so many who I shared a night of drinking, laughing, dancing, never to see again. I wish them well and that their lives are even a fraction as enjoyable as some of those nights. I think about now and the buzzwords: toxic, anxious, depressed, trauma, and various descriptions of sadness. It's all I see on Facebook and all I overhear, as I try to shut out the negativity of the world and embrace moments of joy. Last night, I lay in bed with an acquaintance's dog and my trusty Swag, and I felt there is no place else I'd rather be. One reaching to touch my leg, moving closer and rubbing against my spine. The other against my shins. The uneven breathing of three beasts, in silence, simply happy to not be in solitude. The time was brief, the dog seeking comfort, found it and returned to a more familiar spot. The cat, thoroughly relaxed after the dog's absence, returned to his. I maneuvered, as I always do, to make sure he's comfortable. My back regrets it, but my life wouldn't be complete with the slight ache to remind me of how lucky I am. I'll leave them today, either to shop or have a drink, but I'll be back. They don't always trust that I will, but they always remind me of my importance upon my return. Imagine if humans were as consistent.
This was a post I wrote on Facebook after surprisingly not seeing any moaning about the Documentary by Jose Antonio Vargas, titled White People Dayyum! I just scrolled my timeline and not a single white person got their feelings hurt by White People. I unfortunately haven't seen it, but the number of fake accounts that popped up on twitter, tells me it was a damn good show. Here's the thing. If someone of color aka non-white says "White Privilege," are you offended? If you said yes, then you are exhibiting white privilege. It has nothing to do with how hard you work or study, how you stayed out of trouble, because here's the thing, that is entirely the point. Somewhere out there, there are 100 Black, Spanish, Native American, Arab, Asian, who worked and studied as hard as you and never got in trouble, but they don't have what you "earned" or achieved. Stop looking at the one person you know who isn't white that achieved as your benchmark. Loo
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