I don’t get how anyone can live in this world and not understand how or believe that white privilege exists. I have been debating online since at least 98/99, but never have I had as many debates as I’ve had in this 24 hour period. I’ve always stayed far away from talks of race and religion because people tend to take things to another level, and it’s oftentimes very difficult to communicate your feelings without attaching some sort of emotion to it. However, the verdict that was rendered last night definitely pushed me to state what “I” believe to be fact…and that is that white privilege exists.
You never really know what anyone is going through. I am a firm believer that when you feel the spirit to share a message (be it your own or someone else’s), you should without question…because you never know who needs it.
A friend of mine (Tasha from Imperfect Concepts Boutique) just forwarded this email to me, via Shanel Cooper Sykes. The message is about elevating your life and going for what you deserve. If you need some motivation to start your week, this is most certainly it.
…although I’m sure it’ll quickly show itself.
I feel my benadryl kinda making me a lil’ woozy, so I’ll keep this short and hope that it still makes sense.
A little less than an hour ago, I finished a phone call with someone that I’ve known for a minute. Just to keep it brief/get straight to the point, the conversation started with them putting me on hold. They proceeded to have conversations with everyone around them at the time while continuing to ‘wait a minute’ me. Once they were done with whatever they were doing, I was asked how I was doing, only to be interrupted again by a new conversation with someone else….all before I could get an answer out. From there, I said that I have to go and would pick up the conversation later. Almost immediately after I hung up the phone, I received a text message (from the same person) asking me ‘What the fuck is your problem?’
I didn’t see the point in continuing to sit on the phone if everything around you seems to be a distraction.
I then received a ‘here you go’ response. And now I’m the asshole.
Every year around this time, I become extremely reflective. I find myself thinking of everything from things that I said and did in elementary school, old words written in diaries in high school, conversations I’ve had with my family during college, and my thoughts while hitting the road to find my permanent space in Atlanta approximately 9 years ago. Yes, my 33rd birthday is creeping up on me and I have a lot to think about it.