I can not sleep between the hours of 2am and 5am. It just doesn't happen. I can sleep from 4pm to 6pm easily, but not at home, because my asshole neighbors slam the door constantly as they come in and out. I can not eat breakfast at 7am, it is not natural to eat that early, especially if I've just got out of bed. I need time. I actually find when I visit my father, I'm starving in the morning, because we eat dinner so much later than I am used to, but when I eat at the same time at home, I am not even remotely hungry in the morning and usually will skip both breakfast and lunch. I've noticed that I perform my best with tasks at hand when I first wake up and any time after midnight, but I'm pretty much an ADD-rattled disaster between 9am and then. Which doesn't bode well for my future employer. It does however drive me to entertain and instruct my kids. It's that scattered combination of enthusiasm and inability to focus that actually plays well into my interactive moments with them. I find they feed off my frenetic pace, although I completely admit, I can't keep it up for as long as I used to. I've also noticed I become very emotional at night, usually between the hours of 10pm to 2am, which is when I like to watch movies, because I immerse myself emotionally in them. Watching anything right after I ate, puts me in a sour mood and watching anything while hungry distracts me. I actually like to either eat while I watch, enjoying my two (OK two out of three) favorite things in life at one time, or I like to watch when I am settled in. No hunger, no worries and at a time, I don't have to fear a call from a bill collector, family member or any other unwanted distraction as the screen flickers. It's a shame that we are all such conformists. I have to imagine there is an employer, a friend or even a lover who doesn't feel like the wake at 6-7 and work from 9-5, then watch TV and off to bed is not a normal thing. I need to find someone like that. In all facets of my life. To employ me, to confide and entertain me and most of all, to love me.
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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