I think, generally speaking, that racism exists for a good reason. In my shortlived experience, prejudices are usually based upon a grain of truth.
Growing up in a suburban home, safely away from Indianapolis proper and it's gangs and race subgroups, I really never had to deal with it too much.
By marriage, I have 2 nieces and 1 nephew with a black father, and I love them to death. They are the closest in age to myself, too, btw.
Seems like africans are the ones that make me a bit nervous though. My few experiences put them at random, violent, and rude. Although I'm an open minded person and very willing to get along with those that make an effort to get along with me. :>
I'd love to get a couple of tattoos across each hip, aquarius water lines, (cause I'm an aquarius, and I'd like to accentuate my femeninity.) visable if I wear extremly low cut pants and a high-rising shirt. I'd also like to get some arm bands, some kinda celtic looking ones if possible right across my biceps. Again, accentuating femaleness.
As for piercings, I'm way too chicken to get the one I'd really like, i.e. collarbone piercings of some kind. Other than that I'd like to get an industrial... unfortunately the skin at the very top of my ear is too thin. :< It would rip out far too easily.
I don't think it's any one event that has shaped me so.
I think it's my natural inclinations from the way I grew up. The way my parents treated me. The levels of love/affection that were expressed to me, vs what I expected to receive clashed until my standards were lowered.
Repeated rejection, and levels of rejection or space confuse me and make me pull away from situations. I used to get so close and comfortable with my boyfriend, that being rejected threw me into terrible fits of depression for many months. I don't know that I'm phobic, but simply extremly wary.
Hence why lately I'm much more comfortable with a casual relationship over a more serious one. I'd love to have someone to love, don't get me wrong. But such a thing isn't appropriate for me presently.
Worst mistake? I've made a few very stupid ones. I don't know if there is one that takes the cake. If I had to guess, I'd probably say having sex. At all. It was gradually responsible for the worst series of events that have ever plagued my life. -.-
Worst fear? Kind of varies across the years. Fear of being alone... fear of being raped... fear of pregnancy fear of sounds in the dark... variety of things. Never was afraid of any creepy crawlies though.
Something I'm proud of? Growing into an agreeable, fun person to be around... without concern of drama. I'm glad I've left my immaturity behind me. So, growing up, then. I'm proud to be me.
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I think, generally speaking, that racism exists for a good reason. In my shortlived experience, prejudices are usually based upon a grain of truth.
Growing up in a suburban home, safely away from Indianapolis proper and it's gangs and race subgroups, I really never had to deal with it too much.
By marriage, I have 2 nieces and 1 nephew with a black father, and I love them to death. They are the closest in age to myself, too, btw.
Seems like africans are the ones that make me a bit nervous though. My few experiences put them at random, violent, and rude. Although I'm an open minded person and very willing to get along with those that make an effort to get along with me. :>
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As for piercings, I'm way too chicken to get the one I'd really like, i.e. collarbone piercings of some kind. Other than that I'd like to get an industrial... unfortunately the skin at the very top of my ear is too thin. :< It would rip out far too easily.
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I think it's my natural inclinations from the way I grew up. The way my parents treated me. The levels of love/affection that were expressed to me, vs what I expected to receive clashed until my standards were lowered.
Repeated rejection, and levels of rejection or space confuse me and make me pull away from situations. I used to get so close and comfortable with my boyfriend, that being rejected threw me into terrible fits of depression for many months. I don't know that I'm phobic, but simply extremly wary.
Hence why lately I'm much more comfortable with a casual relationship over a more serious one. I'd love to have someone to love, don't get me wrong. But such a thing isn't appropriate for me presently.
I take rejection very hard...
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But I know so little about you. D: I havn't seen you in at least 3 years! And even then, we wern't exactly buddy buddy or anything, y'know.
I do know that you could ALWAYS charm a laugh out of me, and that you and Linda dated. ^^
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Worst fear.
Something you are proud of.
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Worst fear? Kind of varies across the years. Fear of being alone... fear of being raped... fear of pregnancy fear of sounds in the dark... variety of things. Never was afraid of any creepy crawlies though.
Something I'm proud of? Growing into an agreeable, fun person to be around... without concern of drama. I'm glad I've left my immaturity behind me. So, growing up, then. I'm proud to be me.
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