I'm tired and I've slept 8 hours in three days. I just had an English muffin, two slices of avocado and a bit of black bean salsa. Not the smartest thing at 3AM, but I was needing to fill a void. Revelations? Am I going to write something biblical? No, but it dawned on me today during multiple discussions during the day, that intelligence is not something that can be claimed, but must be proven. I can throw out my IQ and I can claim to be as smart as a whip, but it's work to prove it. Intelligence is the ability to make reason out of what you know, what you can explain and if, by chance you don't know, going through the proper avenues to decipher. I was made fun of today, while ignoring ignorance. I didn't get mad. ignorant people don't know they are ignorant. I have always known that. For the sake of a friend, I spared the feelings of someone that not only publicly, but privately had been proven to be of a lesser intellect. The funniest was I was made fun of, by not only this person, but someone I assume was a family member. Then the day took a turn for the better. A chat with a superior intellect. One that makes me quake in my boots of a life not lived despite a younger age. Respect. A key to all higher intelligence. Even if not on an even plane. I took a break, a steak sandwich, small, but the leftovers from a feast last night. An e-mail, a phone call, a trip do mundane things which people boast and brag about. Reality or a revelation? I know it's simply reality, until later. A heartfelt phone call about soon to be loss. A chance meeting and a tale of lost life, to me, too soon. A further discussion about the trails and tribulations of youth. Our failing youth, because of our laziness. I smiled, happy that certain friends don't have kids, to pass down their ill will towards others. Vicious? No, but lack of knowledge breeds contempt and a lack of acceptance. A gay friend smiled. Knowing that there is more to battle about petty things. There is love. No matter who or what or when. Is he gay? I assume, but I don't care. The night ended a quiet tete a tete, while others combated over the silly, the mundane and the irrevocable ways of the world. I peered about, across the barren land and what did I see. Not a fact in sight and sadly not a care to find one. Revelations. We're a lost cause, but two or three of us. And when we speak, we speak of idiocy, our own.
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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