Bubble Boys.
Call it an acute reaction to having spent too much time in the past several months being disapointed by people I once held dear, but I've been having a difficult time of late mustering up the inclination to trust. Opening up is a luxury best applied to people who actually put forth the effort to be there, show attentiveness, actually not take me forgranted. I find it really easy of late to hone in on those things which remind me of the gulfs that span for miles and miles; the differences that stretch out between. And again it comes back to priviledge. How the boys in bubbles tend towards oblivious bumbling, casual racism and otherwise, general purpose indifference with topics surrounding race. (Except David Chapelle. Thats funny. *rolls eyes* ) I feel like race has come up a myriad times in the past several months, when in earshot, or directly, and I find I'm in the company of so many apathetic apologists and fairweather liberals I have a hard time reconnecting to what I saw valuable in them. I'm sure its somewhat difficult to stand for things you don't nescessarily understand, but I find it a little sad how little people actually try. Easier to talk about pop culture and sports than to try to wrap your head around why its important to be ethically consistant. I see these boys around; obliviously happy, innocently sheilded from the glum realities some others have to face by proxy of their statuses... and find it hard to retreat to the corners I'd been in before I sholdered my way to the front of the room.