trip to the bank
kids - a few things happened during my journey to the chase/bankone today.
first: two squirrels were crossing the road as i was coming back to my apt, bc i forgot my license, and it was obviously a guy squirrel trollin' for booty and the chick running like hell. well, i almost hit the dude squirrel, and i thought to myself "if squirrels could think logically and had i hit the male squirrel, would the female squirrel have thought 'well, shit... i should have let him bone me when i had the chance'?" would she feel remorse and think "crap... NOW who's gonna bone me?" and with good reason to feel this way, too... spring is almost over. everyone already has their booty calls and she was too picky and waited WAY too long, and now she's stuck with nothin. well - not really bc i didnt hit him, but anyways...
second: shirley q. liquor was behind me in line at the bank. i shit you not. she was talkin about catfish and how much she loves fish and cheese. "oooo gir', i could eat 'dat mornin', noon and night. shoooz - i know dat's right" i thought i was going to lose it, but i maintained composure.
third: im really not being racist here, but it has to be somewhat disheartening to black people to see the types of things that were at the bank today. i try to pull in the parking lot, and i can't because there are 8 cars parked in the no parking zone, every single one which contained black people. a traffic jam was created on capitol because there was a line of cars trying to get in. the parking lot is NOT that far away... WHY be so lazy?!?! also, when i walked in, there's a metal detector. you open the first door and it locks behind you, then you pass through the metal detector, if there's nothing on you, the second door opens. no one can get in that little corridor with you until you pass through the second door. all because this bank is located in a predominantly black neighborhood. actually, it's right across from the popeyes i wrote about last semester with the double-paned, bullet-proff sliding window at the drive-thru. i believe, honestly, that this behavior pisses me off because i am such close friends with so many black people that do not exemplify any of these qualities that place the reputation and well-being of their race in jeopardy. when i think of the melanie and donny alexanders, the casie forbes, the martin dickersons, the robert murphys, etc i just get so upset. NOT that white people are any better, TRUST ME, but we dont seem to have the stereotypes constantly circulating around us. every white person seems to be given the benefit of doubt when approached. why is this???
im rambling now and opened pandora's box....
this is a completely different entry brewing and one i dont wish to pursue right now.
a thousand apologies if this entry came off as racist. i really didnt meant for it to be that way, i just have questions in my head sometimes and im not completely sure how i feel about it...
today's live journal has been brought to you by the letter "C" and the number "5."
first: two squirrels were crossing the road as i was coming back to my apt, bc i forgot my license, and it was obviously a guy squirrel trollin' for booty and the chick running like hell. well, i almost hit the dude squirrel, and i thought to myself "if squirrels could think logically and had i hit the male squirrel, would the female squirrel have thought 'well, shit... i should have let him bone me when i had the chance'?" would she feel remorse and think "crap... NOW who's gonna bone me?" and with good reason to feel this way, too... spring is almost over. everyone already has their booty calls and she was too picky and waited WAY too long, and now she's stuck with nothin. well - not really bc i didnt hit him, but anyways...
second: shirley q. liquor was behind me in line at the bank. i shit you not. she was talkin about catfish and how much she loves fish and cheese. "oooo gir', i could eat 'dat mornin', noon and night. shoooz - i know dat's right" i thought i was going to lose it, but i maintained composure.
third: im really not being racist here, but it has to be somewhat disheartening to black people to see the types of things that were at the bank today. i try to pull in the parking lot, and i can't because there are 8 cars parked in the no parking zone, every single one which contained black people. a traffic jam was created on capitol because there was a line of cars trying to get in. the parking lot is NOT that far away... WHY be so lazy?!?! also, when i walked in, there's a metal detector. you open the first door and it locks behind you, then you pass through the metal detector, if there's nothing on you, the second door opens. no one can get in that little corridor with you until you pass through the second door. all because this bank is located in a predominantly black neighborhood. actually, it's right across from the popeyes i wrote about last semester with the double-paned, bullet-proff sliding window at the drive-thru. i believe, honestly, that this behavior pisses me off because i am such close friends with so many black people that do not exemplify any of these qualities that place the reputation and well-being of their race in jeopardy. when i think of the melanie and donny alexanders, the casie forbes, the martin dickersons, the robert murphys, etc i just get so upset. NOT that white people are any better, TRUST ME, but we dont seem to have the stereotypes constantly circulating around us. every white person seems to be given the benefit of doubt when approached. why is this???
im rambling now and opened pandora's box....
this is a completely different entry brewing and one i dont wish to pursue right now.
a thousand apologies if this entry came off as racist. i really didnt meant for it to be that way, i just have questions in my head sometimes and im not completely sure how i feel about it...
today's live journal has been brought to you by the letter "C" and the number "5."