This morning I was greeted by an enormous amount of emails, far more than usual. I opened the inbox expecting to find page after page of sales report, but alas, it’s replies from a blog I’ve recently subscribed to and while I loved the post, most of the comments about it are just, well, stupid.
Yeah, I know we all have opinions, and I remember that opinions are like bellybuttons ~ we all have one, but some people should just keep theirs to themselves and only reveal them to loved ones, if they have any. (hic)
And to make matters even more weird this morning, there was a classmates.com email tucked neatly in the center of the other junk mail. AND OH EMM GEE! Someone has scanned in copy of a 1977 high school yearbook ~ MY SENIOR YEAR! AND THEN HAD THE AUDACITY TO TAG ME!
Back then I tried to stay out of all things that related to a camera, unless I had no true way of getting out of it. So there are pictures of me, that , well, um… SIGHHHHHH
There’s also a picture of that fine young man I had a crush on, but couldn’t quite get to and yes, he’s still fine only now ~ those emotions are firmly in the past… right? He still fine though!
Oops! My inner ghetto slipped out. She does that every now and again. <giggle> It was just a shock to the systems to see the 18 year old me stuck in the seventies’ wave of bad hair, bad clothing, bad experiences. It was a bad time all around. I was learning what it meant to not be black enough and understanding that the lightness of my skin had nothing whatsoever to do with it.
I had African American friends, but, ugh, so not going back to that nightmarish place!
I’ve always wondered if non-colored people have these issues and then I remember that blonde jokes do exist.
We are all each of us prejudice in our own way about life in general.
I wonder if I can sue to get my images taken off of the site? No worries, I haven’t the money to throw away like that. Sigh….
“Why me Lord?” This is in reference to a separate issue not spoken about here… sigh…
From the Desk of an Author 