Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Race

In America, do you ever stop and wonder what ethnicity people are?

People don't respect me for my European heritage, and it makes me go haywire, all the time, loco en la cabeza.  %

I'm a pretty nice person.  It's hard to document what I've done wrong.  The only big thing was forgetting to write my cousin, but I don't know why.  Then, you can see what's on my website.  Other things have shaped my life, as well, in this way.  Well, I know some people don't like being around me thinking I look funny but acting antsy about how.  I don't really know.  I know once a friend told me to call her a butthole or something.  Another time, I stuck my tongue out at her.  I was a preteen and far away with some other people.  I was kidding around the last day of school in the car with a friend.  I said at least I don't spread false messages, just trying to joke like they did, that her shirt said something like, "Catholic Schools - Schools You Can Believe In."  That's all I remember with that.  I visited the latter friend numerous times upon moving.  Once, I was so mad the door slammed like air, in front of her mom, who travelled all the way to Louisiana from Florida with her to stay for awhile.  We usually visited for 2 weeks or maybe a month.  Anyway, she seemed mad at me a lot and like I wasn't cool|good.  There's more to it, but I don't know what!  I just realized that these things with my friends happened after this event.  I'm not really sure when they started pestering me about being perfect.  I believe that they were like that before.

You know, people get really explosive about being European.  You know, in America, that does mean to act like in a certain organized way with feeling though not necessarily nor pointedly German.  I've never heard it described.  What a pity!

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