The Way To Be

[imood mood at time of entry: good]

The past couple of days, my thoughts have been dominated by the stories I was rushing to write down, so I would either, not forget them, or appease the plot faery that was banging the crap out of the inside of my head. I have been consumed with money worry (What else is new?), and the way we learn. It’s a proven fact that children learn new ideas, skills, and everything else easier. They are open, new, and beautiful. Their spirit is undeniable, but by the time they hit their teens, and perhaps a little bit before that, they have the life beaten out of them, and they are set in their ways.

They go on to become overstressed and/or bitter adults that are only worried about “grown folks’ business” that “kids” need to stay out of. But where in that process did I change? I have forever held onto my childish spirit, but slowly, it’s leaking away. I would hope that as I grew, my thirst for knowledge would too. I would hope that I would be more open to different possiblities than ultimately conforming to what is said to be correct.

I am not saying that I have completely become a drone, that could not be further from the truth, but certain attitudes have stuck with me. I am open to the possiblity of different kinds of people mingling, but I have inherited my family’s penchant for racism. Some of it is well-deserved on some people’s part. I have had certain races treat me like crap based solely on my skin tone, but though they are the way they are, it does not make it right for me to be the way I am.

I don’t see why I can’t retain the same sort of innocence I once possessed. I look to the bright side and hope for the best. I look at a bad situation and work through the issue, even if I do gripe. I try and remain open about the kind of people that I wish to date and be friends with. But the reality of life is that there are certain classes everyone belongs to. There are specific stereotypes that have stuck, and may (or may not) have facts to back them up.

The point is, where did we gone so wrong? Where did we, as a nation, decide that some people are better than others, and that money was our God? When did the memo go out that people must be categorized, and made to stay with in that confine? I pretend to know, and to have all the answers, but sometimes, I look at us and think that we are not going to make it. We destroy our home, and forsake our neighbors. We cheer as one at national events under the thinly guised sentiments that we are “united”, but is that really so? The cliques are there. They make themselves known. Parents pretend to encourage diversity, but behind closed doors, everything changes.

I truly don’t know what is to be done, because, we have set our molds, and we wish to stick to them, but what exactly has that gotten us? People we can’t trust and nations that crumble. If this is the right way, I hope to get as far away from it as possible.

Danielle

P.S. I have all these links that I have been meaning to post here but never got the chance to.

Here’s one I found in Krallie00’s diary. The poem itself, and the following entry both got me thinking. It’s a key link for Afro-Americans, and anyone who’s interested in racially targeted fashion. Read that here.

This is a love bottle that I found and was so cute. You can see that here.

This one is adorable. Someone took photographs of kittens and made it look like they were partying.

Also, the links in the last few entries did not work correctly. I went back and looked at the entries on a whim and saw that I didn’t type in all of the code. So those are working now. That’s all I have for today.