Please forgive my spotty posts. I have a number of things in the air, so to speak, right now. I’m trying to keep them all moving and off of the floor until the semester ends.
I sometimes wonder why I have the urge to run from my life. For a brief period of time Winona Ryder had me question my mental health with her portrayal of a young woman in Girl Interrupted. It was very brief. At that time I had lots of pressure to conform to the racial thinking of the time (weird how I say “of the time” as though it were ancient history); however, a few visits with a counselor revealed what I already knew deep down the whole time; there is nothing wrong with me other than that I live in a screwed up world.
People, man, people (my favorite line from the movie Crash). Even with the passing of time and our brand new “post racial” society from which we have apparently back peddled a few years ago (Excuse me, please, but do I have whiplash? It feels like I might.), today, here I am again. People, man, people.
I used to say two steps forward and three back about this issue, but I’ll correct myself today: we are moving in centimeters, at best. There are no measurements that resemble feet or meters to be found here. It’s always the same tired nonsense from the same ignorant people, who, by the way, are very often completely uncritical in their assessment of the world. But unfortunately, you cannot get the uncritical to critically assess the uncritical nature of their thinking (My Gawd, I feel dizzy; did I mention that I suffer from vertigo and none of this BS helps with that issue?).
Over the years, I have limited my conversations with people about race-based issues because those people, quite frankly, annoy me with the limited thinking that backs the conversations, and I will not spend my time trying to convince an idiot that he or she is indeed an idiot (only an idiot would engage in that merry-go-round). In short, I overlook a great deal of nonsense so that I can be relatively free of the over-sized bag of stupidity that many people tote around on their backs in hopes of finding a place to drop it off so that someone else can enjoy it.
While I know that my friends who read this post do not need a lesson in critical thinking, race, or any other diversity issue that requires in-depth thought, for anyone else who may pass by: folks, there is a difference between affirmative action and quotas; they simply are not the same. And white people, and I am a white person, please quit stopping me in the hall to tell me how black people are taking all of the jobs because black people are treated as though they are special. First, history tells us who received the preferential treatment and who did not. I implore you, white people, to look at laws, policies, social norms, family, and finances, to name a few racial issues that are relatively easy to assess; clearly black people are not “winning,” so please stop your whining. For the love of God, white people, please stop your whining!!!
And second, why are you seeking me out to tell me these ridiculous things? You already know that I am not going to agree with you, so why annoy either one of us? I just cannot understand it. I leave you alone, don’t I?
I could add a third, forth, fifth, sixth, etc. point here, but there really is no point in that, is there?
I know why I have the urge to run, and it is not that I have the urge to run from my own life. More, I simply have the urge to run from crazy people who go out of their way to annoy others. In the politically polarized United States, where feelings are increasing equated with facts, I suspect I will have the urge to run regularly.
People, man, people.