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If you are black or hispanic or asian, you probably think fans blow and vacuums suck. If you're white, on the other hand, everything does both. The ironic thing about being the only white person is one realizes many things about white culture. For starters, we complain about everything. Its like a bonding experience for us. A big group of white people equals bitching about stuff. So you want to start a conversation with a white person you've never met. All you have to do is open with, "You know what sucks?" and they'll warm right up to you.
I'll admit it; I'm just as bad as the next guy. I was looking on some of my old entries today and some of that stuff is pretty funny but its riddled with complaints. I remember being ridiculously and inexplicable happy back then. -Not I'm not now, too, but it seems like I'm loosing touch with my white roots.
A little update to explain: I finally found a place in Sioux Center. It was a one bedroom a third of the size of my old place and it cost a hundred more a month. (That sucked. Get it?) Yes I am speaking past-tense here for you see, the landlord was a tad rascist.
I thought it would be okay when I saw that he had adopted some asian kids, but when he noticed a hispanic girl leaving my apartment one morning, he seemed a little uneasy.
"Who was that girl?" he asked.
"Oh. That was Annabelle," I replied.
A disturbed look flashed a cross his face for a split second. Or maybe it was some other look. I can't remember. Anyway, he asked me, "Who is Annabelle?"
"A girlfriend of sorts," I said. I probably wasn't wearing pants at the time, because I never do. I'm not wearing any now as a matter of fact. I just thought I'd throw that in there.
Well, he didn't say anything more at the time, but the day five or six telephone bills with hispanic names on the envelopes arrived, we had a talk. (He must have been reading my mail.) I was only living with one or two of them but they get thier phone bills in bulk for some reason. Its probably a scandal.
Long story short, I found a new place that same week, probably sent to me by God considering the housing market in this town. Its a three bedroom house and its only $135 a month more with all utilities paid so they probably come out even after that. Sweet deal.
Oh- I forgot about the root touching business. I haven't really been around any white people for the past year because I've been living with Guatemalans. The only white guy I still talk to is trying to learn spanish, too. We still complain together and he's always sad but it isn't the same. Good riddance.
Afterthought: This is probably my first blog that hasn't been adult content.
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Posted by nick_cross on 2009-09-30 12:01:07 | Rating: | Views: 27
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