Choose One.
I’ve been trying to rationalize the experiences I’ve been having the past few weeks, but am finding that few words suffice. I’ve tried to calm the newcomers down with a disclaimer, that no that guy is not having a spontaneous nervous breakdown, people often overreact to meeting me.
All the white people I’ve been meeting lately go out of their way to remind me that I’ve got it made.
They just come up to me immediately and start projecting. Tapping me on the shoulder saying:
“What’s wrong buddy?!”.
“What you upset about?”.
“Come on cheer up!”.
…You got this.
I mean don’t get me wrong, I like the concept, I just thought ya’ll would have improved on the whole rouge black street fighter thing. That’s pretty much what I was already doing, ya heard. I don’t get paid enough.
They get all excited and try to start spittling, waving their hands. I feel like they mostly explaining it to each other.
“You see the girl didn’t create the machine!”
“The machine created the logic”
“You should only trust in the conscience”.
I don’t like walking down the street feeling like people fear that they’ll turn into walking paraplegics if they get in my way. Too many lawsuits.
They’re like picture this:
“Tiffany Davis- Phenomenal Healer. Typologist. Moon Being.”
How does that sound?
