Warning: This post does not contain the folly typically found therein. Sorry. But non-folly thoughts were in my head and I needed to let them out.
Totally understand if you click away.
(I’ll judge you, but I’ll understand.)
This last week, I came to a startling realization: we White People are a sensitive lot.
Make that damned sensitive. Continue reading “Why Are White People So Sensitive?”
Everyone has a sense of personal space around them – a bubble if you will. My bubble might be bigger than your bubble. In fact, I’m sure it is.
Apologies in advance if reading this gets a certain song stuck in your head …
I was in the grocery store the other day, my time at the checkout was at hand, and I stepped forward to the register with my wallet out, at the ready.
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Problem is, the guy behind me in line stepped forward as well. You know, like we were in line for a ride at Disneyland or something.
Continue reading “Don’t Stand So Close to Me”