TreSwank
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My twenty-three years on the planet earth haven't been as rewarding as I had once imagined "grown-up life" to be, as a starry-eyed, acne-faced, porn-hungry, adolescent. In place of another Proust-like masturbatory romp down memory lane, I'll just say my continued existence can be best summed up as a long, tedious social experient................one in which the "advocatus diaboli" (Yours Truly), continuously gets a kick in the ass from the real world, and other folk's opinions. That being said, I'd like to voice another opinion, that is sure to make TreSwank look like an asshole, albeit a sincere and well-meaning one. I'm fickle about folks that occupy the space around me...........that force themselves into my sensory awareness. Even when I walk out into the street sporting a hoodie and ripped denims, I've always had a certain carriage about myself, and manner of speech that practically SCREAMED "propriety", despite my slummin' it status (Some people mistake it for gayness). I guess it's because my grandmother's iron-fisted codes of conduct and emphasis on proper enunciation is still pounding away at my consciousness from beyond the grave. I possess a certain comfort zone that dictates what I feel comfortable around, and 90% of black folks, and most poor people (of any race) don't fit into that niche. I know that there are numerous exceptions to the rule......that there are black folks that don't act in a way that's typically associated with "African Americans", and poor folks that don't fit the mold of "white-trash", dysgenic garbage, but, from my empirical observations, these people are spread out far and in-between. When I see a rowdy group of black-youth traipsing down the sidewalks of downtown, I cringe at the thought of my being forced to endure having my comfort-zone violated by loud, rowdy, obnoxious individuals that care very little for my sense of equilibrium. When I have to work alongside groups of Puerto-Rican males, or poor ebonics-slinging white kids from some modern-day, ethnic melting-pot shanty-town, I want to SCREAMMMMMMMM "Bloody Murder". Even though I do have a bit of a raw sexual preference for "ethnic" women, I feel comfortable around "super-caucasian" white people, as long as snobbish pretense doesn't play a factor. I don't hate people of other races - I just DO NOT feel comfortable around folks whose social conditioning makes their modes of behavior vastly different from my own. Rarely do I meet African American, Puerto-Rican, Mexican, or poor-white guys that I can actually get along with, without the ingestion of LARGE amounts of alcohol. Does this make me a racist, or is it an understandable preference? What's your opinion?
< Message edited by TreSwank -- 1/10/2007 9:25:36 AM >
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