Does your skin color define you? Does it give you credibility of opinion simply because your skin is a slight or obvious shade darker than my own? Why is it that we call differing amounts of melatonin: race? That is a very competitive word to me. Who coined that term? I look at the world and see an entire humanity struggling for the same things: love, peace and hope. I do not see “races.” Sure, we are all different. The variety of colors and cultures on this globe make us beautiful and diverse and this should spur appreciation, not fear or hatred.
It’s strange how certain people react differently to confrontation. Not aggressive even, but genuine curiosity. Others engage openly and energeticly while others prickle and retreat. I am curious if its personality or trust-based. I think people assume I am a troll at times because they cannot recognize genuine interest anymore from strangers. We are so programmed to become offended or to cause offense that true interest with a sincere attempt at building a more than superficial relationship with someone is deemed annoying or untrustworthy. I judge you. You judged me. What a mentality! Get over yourself. Stop being afraid. There are real people in the world with good intentions if you will get past your blinded presuppositions to recognize it. And what about intelligent conversations? Dang, that prickles people. Like I am trying to be haughty. Please. I read, that is it. I just want to see people get more excited about valid, in depth conversations. But, no, the invitation is too much. It’s off-putting. It’s uncharacteristic. It’s irritating. Is that because curiosity is scary by its own merit or because contending in a real conversation of depth may reveal a lack of credibility on your part to defend or articulate your own perspective of the world and its nuances? Both are scary. Sure, I push people, but to see them try to grow, to learn, or at least, show some desire of doing so. Yet, I am greeted by silence. Teachers must feel like this a lot. They stand in front of a room full of potential and witness these same reactions to what is presented. Am I so far out of the mold that I cannot relate anymore? Or is it that people in general have just given up on relating beyond the superficial? They want to be friends first when the majority of people we encounter will never move beyond an aquaintance. Do we have the right to withhold deep conversations to certain individuals or should we strive to spark life and interest in everyone we come across?
These are questions to plague the mind, but can we answer any of them if we cannot even look past each other’s skin?