Random Rants & Rumblings

I do things with things and then stuff happens.

Not long ago I was having a conversation with someone I worked with. At one point he said, ‘My Mom taught me to see the world with black eyes.’

I questioned him about this. About what it meant. What does a world seen through black eyes look like? As he laid out what his perception of the world was I was horrified. I could not and can not imagine going through life distrusting everyone and everything and also seeing every thing that happens to or around me as a potential threat.

I am priviliged. I was born white. I am heterosexual. I am middle class. Additionally, my parents are still married and I had a happy upbringing.

What bothers me is that I did not realize how good I had it. In my ignorance and youth I thought that everyone had the same opportunities as me and that it was only individual ability, intelligence and desire that seperated the haves from the have nots.

I do not have anything profound or world changing to add to the conversation of race. I do not know what it is I can do to acccelerate the change that needs to happen in this country. I can only promise to live my life better and continue to strive to open my eyes and to raise my children in such a way that they will know what it took me fartoo long to realize.

I will stay if you let me stay
And I’ll go if you let go
But I won’t go far away
Because you’re my only home

And I will hide what you want hidden
And I’ll roam if you say roam
But I’d just as soon you didn’t
Because you’re my only home

I may or may not have teared up a few times while watching Guardians of the Galaxy.

It is Friday, isn’t it?

Got home from work to find a large amount of chocolate chip cookies made by my delightful wife.

Said delightful wife has really got it going on tonight and I am seriously checking her out in the most inappropriate ways (its cool, we’re married).

My pants are tighter tonight than they were this morning. Given the above information I’ll allow you, gentle reader, the liberty of deciding why that is.

Ever have one of those days where you realize something about yourself that just does not sit right?

Not something bad just not what you expected and you have a hard time assimilating it with the image of yourself you have constructed?

No? Me neither….

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