Today
So today.
I was driving down the road, listening to Fischerspooner quite loud (as usual with music when I'm in the car by myself) and a spider which was quite large swung itself on the inside frame of the window. He proceeded to crawl down the door onto the floor. Spiders are not my friend. I lifted my left foot off the floor and stopped at the first empty space I could. I got out of the car and started saying "ick" and "eek" and stuff like that while brushing off my legs (to make sure) and looking under the seat and on the floor to see if I could see it. My music was still playing. I looked over my car top to the porch of the house in front of which I had parked and there was a little old man looking as if I was about to shoot him. It is understandable, since this was about 5 blocks away from where I live. I waved at him, said sorry, and left.
You would understand mild-arachnophobia if you had a wanda.
Then I got to the gas station and got gas. After I had filled up I was searching for my keys, and a dude came up to me and asked me where the nearest gas station was. I trying to think of the nearest place while saying, "ummmm..." and then he said, "You know, this isn't gonna work, cause I see you lookin all up and down me like you don't like me. You people always like this." and then left. Yes, he was black (or insert whatever name us white people have dubbed as p.c), but when has that ever made a difference to me? I have never thought differently of anyone. Noticing the color of skin is inevitable, and whoever says it's not is blind. Literally. But I revel in the difference of people, and thinking less of anyone for--well, anything, goes against my upbringing and my thinking. More than that, my whole being.
If someone with the same color skin as me told me I was being racist, I would examine my actions and words and try to change them, because I had no intention of being so. But when someone of a different skin color says that, it really hurts. I felt so awful afterwards, and tried to think of some way that I could have changed my actions--I just didn't know what I did. It made me feel small. :(
I feel pretty not good about that, but summer is here, and it's about 90... commence being crazy kid.
I was driving down the road, listening to Fischerspooner quite loud (as usual with music when I'm in the car by myself) and a spider which was quite large swung itself on the inside frame of the window. He proceeded to crawl down the door onto the floor. Spiders are not my friend. I lifted my left foot off the floor and stopped at the first empty space I could. I got out of the car and started saying "ick" and "eek" and stuff like that while brushing off my legs (to make sure) and looking under the seat and on the floor to see if I could see it. My music was still playing. I looked over my car top to the porch of the house in front of which I had parked and there was a little old man looking as if I was about to shoot him. It is understandable, since this was about 5 blocks away from where I live. I waved at him, said sorry, and left.
You would understand mild-arachnophobia if you had a wanda.
Then I got to the gas station and got gas. After I had filled up I was searching for my keys, and a dude came up to me and asked me where the nearest gas station was. I trying to think of the nearest place while saying, "ummmm..." and then he said, "You know, this isn't gonna work, cause I see you lookin all up and down me like you don't like me. You people always like this." and then left. Yes, he was black (or insert whatever name us white people have dubbed as p.c), but when has that ever made a difference to me? I have never thought differently of anyone. Noticing the color of skin is inevitable, and whoever says it's not is blind. Literally. But I revel in the difference of people, and thinking less of anyone for--well, anything, goes against my upbringing and my thinking. More than that, my whole being.
If someone with the same color skin as me told me I was being racist, I would examine my actions and words and try to change them, because I had no intention of being so. But when someone of a different skin color says that, it really hurts. I felt so awful afterwards, and tried to think of some way that I could have changed my actions--I just didn't know what I did. It made me feel small. :(
I feel pretty not good about that, but summer is here, and it's about 90... commence being crazy kid.