I’ve been chewing on something all week. Well, every since Megan asked me what my goals are with blogging.
I have asked myself a hundred times why I blog…I guess it all comes down to the community aspect. I think I’m so starved for adult company from being a stay at home mom and homeschooler, that it is a wonderful outlet for me – both creatively and socially. I think I check my inbox 20 times a day to see if anyone has left comments, because those comments? They are like GOLD, folks. I read every one of them and it’s always so sad when my inbox is empty. That said, I’ll never be on a top ten blog list, but I’m okay with that. I wasn’t all that popular in high school, either.
It’s nice to have that defined.
That being said, there are some fairly large projects I’m working on that are taking more time than I anticipated. This is okay, however, because I am being paid for them. I am racing along the learning curve at a faster pace than I am truly comfortable with, but my clients seem to be very patient with me, and for that, I am oh-so-thankful.
I live in the south, you know. Texas to be exact, but for almost 20 years, I lived in Alaska, which is a melting pot of cultural goodness and acceptance. I say that because there is something that people here do that I have just never encountered anywhere else and it really bothers me. Using the term “black man” or “black woman” in general conversation…like it makes a difference, but it really adds no value to the discussion.
For instance, tonight at church, one of the men said, “I know an old black boy who…” and then went on to tell a story that could have been about “an old mexican boy” or an “old white boy”…is it just me or is that completely ignorant? I once asked a friend if it bothered her when people made the distinction about her race and her reply was “It’s been going on down here for a hundred years…it’ll probably go on for another hundred before anyone takes notice.”
Am I being overly sensitive to this? Anyone else from the South ever notice this? Do they do this in the North? Maybe it’s just where I lived in Alaska (Anchorage – hi Scribbit!), but I have not ever encountered that in any other area.
I realize this is a bit of randomness, but that’s just how my mind works these days. Not many cohesive thoughts rattling around in the old brain.
So what’s on your mind?
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