Wednesday, November 16, 2005

You know for you I bleed myself dry..

I haven't played Coldplay's "Yellow" in so long.. it's the ringer that comes on when Josh calls. So I play it today and I just start crying, you know? Like so hard I can't stop.. and my throat hurts.. we haven't broken up and I'm already feeling like someone has died. Cuz someone has, and it's me.. and it's all that stuff from the past 6 years that has, like all that romance and all the specialness of feeling. What makes me saddest is that I know I will feel them again, maybe for someone else or something (cuz I don't think I'm the kind of person who will ever be alone for too long--I'm too weak). And that makes me sad because if feelings can be repeated, and if I can really feel for someone else the way I feel about Josh, were the feelings I have real? And that is what I will ask myself from now on. It's better never to have loved at all because then there will never be any comparison.

I wish I didn't know what love was.

I'm usually happy on his birthday.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

transmissions from the margin

I've never claimed to be a perfect person, and I don't expect that other people will be either. I've made my share of racist jokes at one point or another, and there's always a small part of me that cringes in spite of the laughter, knowing that it's not right. Despite these shortcomings, however, I consider myself considerate enough of other people not to really go there unless I'm comfortable enough with them to make that kind of remark.

The sad part is that, in this world, I'm constantly reminded that I'm a black person. The problem isn't that I don't want to be black, but that I have to be reminded of it constantly. Whether people are actively doing things to me or not, I still have to think about it. That's what's not fair. I try to get some people to understand that the fact that I bring it up to them doesn't imply that I believe them to be racists.. and it's really sad that all arguments about difference are reduced to that point. I don't believe that all white people are overt racists, or even the vast majority. I believe that a lot of white people (and other races as well) are guilty of buying into the system because it serves their purposes. And even though those purposes aren't always for the good, I believe that going along with the system is much easier than pushing against the mob.

I think that it's really sad that some people feel that me having a problem with something that affects me personally as a black person is a sign of weakness. I am not a weak person in need of constant reassurance, and it is wrong for a person capable of sensitivity to ignore or assume that sensitivity is unnecessary. It is wrong to assume that we are all on equal footing; we are not. Despite all the gains that society has made to equalize, women are still shortchanged with pay and nonwhites are just that: nonwhites. We are marginalized against a standard that uses white people as the normal. It is unfair that people think that this argument is a position that should be held by blacks, and that my blackness is the only reason I hold these beliefs. It seems as though because of that fact, this argument becomes trivialized. Life's not fair, but I shouldn't just have to "deal with it". It should be made equitable.

Sometimes I feel like white people have "allowed" us into "their" world. I want to feel entitled to a space where I am, as a person, legitimized--not because of my skin tone or my vagina, but because I am me.


Thus ends my rant for today.

Saturday, November 05, 2005

these things I believe

I thought about writing something but I just don't feel creative as I used to. Couple that with the fact that my teacher apparently thinks my writing is shit, so.. I just don't have the motivation. These days I don't have much motivation at all.. Perhaps it means I'm realizing that life doesn't have as much sparkle as it once did. As I age, my illusions dissappear, returning to wherever they came from.

I believe that people want to be good but are inherently self-serving. I believe that love can be extremely selfish, and that it doesn't conquer all unless you allow it to. I believe that parents undertake great risk in bearing children, and that such a decision ought not to be taken lightly. I believe that everyone has regrets, but also the things that we have done make us who we are. I believe I wouldn't trade that fact for anything. I believe in family. I believe in trying my best. And I believe it's alright to feel shitty once in awhile because things will get better.

Eventually.