That place was amazing. The food was amazing. The ability to call Bill for $1 for 3 minutes was amazing. The children, amazing.
Happiness and any money beyond what is necessary for food, shelter, and education cannot coexist. Astonishingly, happiness seems to exist without those things, even. I’ve found it everywhere, on the faces of people who have, absolutely, nothing. Even those of us who get it can do nothing but blink.
Ahem. Bill alerted me that he and Josh came to the conclusion that I was being too sensitive with my complaints from earlier about the racism and structural violence on the ship, that factors such as my never having lived on campus may be what had those emotions running. Years of studying feminist theory and the social sciences, clearly, would not count for anything here. Yep. It’s all inexperience. This doesn’t explain the others who feel the same way.
Josh, you’re invited to stop reading this. Bill would be too (and believe me, he got the “I’m about to hang up”; however, I am in love with him. I hate you, but I’m not in hate with you.
Any other middle class white males wanna tell me I’m being oversensitive?
1 comment:
Hah, wow, I didn't expect to get such sincere hate thrown into your blog. Seriously, I don't know what the conditions are out there, but from what I've seen of the general American early 20s populace is that they're generally retarded and insensitive. The people on the ship sound annoying but I don't think we concluded that you were definitely being too sensitive, just that it may not be THAT much different from living on any other campus in the US. What else do you expect from skeptics? I'll quit reading though if my willingness to consider the notion that people exaggerate their plight (sorta like I did with my roommates in NYC) means that I'm not good enough to view this material.
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