don't kill me
Today (I'm currently working as a contractor for an Alaskan Governmental office):
worker - "What does that say, on your sweater... oh, Espana?"
me - "Yep. That's where I'm from, actually."
worker - "Oh, really? Cool. Is that where your slight accent comes from?"
me - "Yep."
worker - "Ah, we were wondering, maybe middle east, but Espana makes sense."
Now, don't get me wrong, worker is a very nice lady, they're all very kind here. But as I sit at my desk, it just feels strange to be confused with a middle eastern person. Not in a good/bad way, just strange. Why is that? Why should I care if people think I'm from this country or that other country? It shouldn't matter, right? But it does.
Deep down we are all racist.
4 comments:
Hi Gabe.
You dont post very much anymore. neither do i. but i miss reading what you are doing.
call me sometime. you know the number.
deep down (actually...not so deep down...pretty much just wholly) we are all ego-centric. which makes anything not ourselves seem less...good.
does that make us racists?
i've been confused with a blonde bimbo. quite often. i hate bimbos.
i've also been confused with an american....oh wait.
shit. it shows.
hmm. maybe i should get over myself and just embrace my american-side, beyond the obvious passport purposes.
you don't look middle eastern.
No, you only look like Borat from Kazakhstan.
I agree. Sometimes I would lie to people at dordt and say I was Persian. I can't get away with that here because right away people say "no you're not."
p.s. there really isn't anything remotely terrorist about your general appearance.
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