It's as if it's white of me to have a voracity for knowledge. My black coworkers certainly don't gravitate around me; only a couple of them hang around me regularly. It's as if it's crime to have knowledge. I am the only one who just happens to have attended a catholic school, has parents who taught and attened grad school who had me, the first born at 36. I want a transcend from the restaurant. They're content with a teen pregnancy, having 4 generations within 50 years, being on welfare and drugs and continuous fatherless homes. There is no one there with whom I could even mention the name Malcom Little because they only know him as Malcolm X. Those people don't even know that Jaz-y's real name is Shawn Cory Carter yet they love rap.
I don't show off; I just read my magazines; it's just that these people don't even get to know a person---just judge on the outside. I love getting to know people. It's just due to stress and the effects of a medication I took for my epilepsy in '04.
2007-02-28
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