Have you ever experienced a life altering event? Where every fiber of your being has been impacted in one way or another. The person you are now would not be recognized by your past self. What if you couldn 't remember any of it, but maybe had handful of memories. Those memories play in your head like a old vintage movie projector. Short, choppy, and blurry. At the age of 23, trying to remember what life was like before nine is a headache. The few memories I do have are constantly being played in my head on repeat. After years it has become hard to decipher between my actually experiences, dreams, stories or magazine articles. As I older I get my sense of identity becomes more unclear. If society put in a group, where would it put me. Would
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She would walk around carefree and weightless. But also spoke in a way that made you feel important. And despite the topic, after the conversation you were left feeling reassured and comforted. So knowing this I should have probably respected her decision and dropping the subject. But my curiosity had already spun a web that I couldn 't get out of. As I asked her questions the more anxious and tense she became. Looking for a small openings to get the chance to change the subject. “Since you’re not doing anything on saturday, why don’t we hangout?”
“No, I have a family thing Saturday. But Friday?”
“Eddy is having a bonfire and I was going to stop by for couple of minutes. I have to work early in the morning.” There was an uncomfortable silence in the car, while waiting for her to invite me. Wondering why Eddy was a big secret. Trying to figure out why conversation about him was like listening to nails scratching on a chalkboard. Horribly uncomfortable and extremely irritating.
“Well how about this, we go to the bonfire. Then you can spend the night at my house and so you get to sleep in.” With eight simple words, my eyes were opened. Shattering the rose colored glasses that was glued to my …show more content…
I thanked her for the ride like usually, jumped out of the car and head inside. Leaving her alone with her thoughts and emotions. I lied in my bed under the covered trying to contain my emotions while millions of thoughts crowded my head. I couldn’t figure out why someone like Sam would be comfortable with that behavior. What I couldn’t wrap my head around was the fact, these people are making racist statement but can’t tell the difference between two different race. Which make me wonder has Sam always been this and I was just too blind to notice? Or maybe the peer pressure of fitting in a small town got to her. After processing the ins and outs of this situations, I got out of to get a drink of water. Before exiting my bedroom door, a flash of light coming from the window caught my eyes. As I walk closer I see Sam’s car leaving the driveway. I wasn’t sure what time I got home, but she was parked outside sitting in her car this entry time. I should have probably called and comforted her. What was I supposed to say? It 's alright? It doesn 't matter? Lets forget about it? Instead I watched her car disappear from my bedroom window. In that moment something broke inside of me. Hardening as it healed. Changing things forever.
Growing up in fairly small town where the population of city was mostly white and grew up hearing rumors the White Supremacist Leader and Michigan Grand Dragon help KKK gathering just north of
She would walk around carefree and weightless. But also spoke in a way that made you feel important. And despite the topic, after the conversation you were left feeling reassured and comforted. So knowing this I should have probably respected her decision and dropping the subject. But my curiosity had already spun a web that I couldn 't get out of. As I asked her questions the more anxious and tense she became. Looking for a small openings to get the chance to change the subject. “Since you’re not doing anything on saturday, why don’t we hangout?”
“No, I have a family thing Saturday. But Friday?”
“Eddy is having a bonfire and I was going to stop by for couple of minutes. I have to work early in the morning.” There was an uncomfortable silence in the car, while waiting for her to invite me. Wondering why Eddy was a big secret. Trying to figure out why conversation about him was like listening to nails scratching on a chalkboard. Horribly uncomfortable and extremely irritating.
“Well how about this, we go to the bonfire. Then you can spend the night at my house and so you get to sleep in.” With eight simple words, my eyes were opened. Shattering the rose colored glasses that was glued to my …show more content…
I thanked her for the ride like usually, jumped out of the car and head inside. Leaving her alone with her thoughts and emotions. I lied in my bed under the covered trying to contain my emotions while millions of thoughts crowded my head. I couldn’t figure out why someone like Sam would be comfortable with that behavior. What I couldn’t wrap my head around was the fact, these people are making racist statement but can’t tell the difference between two different race. Which make me wonder has Sam always been this and I was just too blind to notice? Or maybe the peer pressure of fitting in a small town got to her. After processing the ins and outs of this situations, I got out of to get a drink of water. Before exiting my bedroom door, a flash of light coming from the window caught my eyes. As I walk closer I see Sam’s car leaving the driveway. I wasn’t sure what time I got home, but she was parked outside sitting in her car this entry time. I should have probably called and comforted her. What was I supposed to say? It 's alright? It doesn 't matter? Lets forget about it? Instead I watched her car disappear from my bedroom window. In that moment something broke inside of me. Hardening as it healed. Changing things forever.
Growing up in fairly small town where the population of city was mostly white and grew up hearing rumors the White Supremacist Leader and Michigan Grand Dragon help KKK gathering just north of