During even the roughest of years, there is somethings that shine. Grandma's 99th birthday! Almost a year later and she's hanging on for the big one. Can't wait. Laughing with her and my father. Old stories, I've heard 100 times and they never get old. A text Christmas morning. One text, that is all I received, I sent probably 50. Only two people sent to me first all day. Maybe it's me. Good friends, lost loves. My fault as always. Hospital bed, feeling sick, but a week away from the world was invigorating. Unexpected people stepping up and expected people stepping down. Seeing my kids the afternoon after a tragedy. Tears held back, but needed to see them laughing and playing to heal. Dancing til all hours with complete strangers. Laughing at the silliness of others taking their flirtations so seriously. Life is so simple when you don't try so hard to be someone you're not or someone you think the other person wants you to be. Connecting with an old friend on a new, higher level. More than a smile or a nod, but a hello or a joke. Old friends who are always there, who know me, they are so few and so rare. Their health scares worried me more than my own. Trying to learn from my mistakes and I think I'm finally getting the gist of it. A day of family, fun, food. A fire roaring, then faintly crackling as the flames dwindled. I lay, alone, the quiet house creaking as I lay in bed. A couch in the middle of the living room, lit by the almost auburn tinge of the snowy sky. I glance over the sheets to catch the last ember's glow slowly fade, putting an end to the evening, the holidays and in many ways this year. I sleep. Ah, sleep.
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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