Tonight I had yet another wonderful Thankgiving-esque dinner. This time it was at Hazel and Terry's (which for some reason I always say Tazel and Harry...my brain just can't get it right). Hazel ended up doing most of the cooking. I didn' t know that or I would have tried to whip something else up. I thought more of the guys would bring stuff but of course, all they brought was beer. Our evening was supposed to begin around 4:30, but I was delayed because I was trying to hurry up and finish E. Lynn Harris' book "Any Way The Wind Blows" before I left home. It ended up taking longer than I thought and I missed Hazel's phone call to get down there soon because she was in a house full of men (including her husband of course) who were talking about football and all sorts of random things that she was not interested in. I hurried to finish the book as well as the pasta dish I'd prepared (which surprisingly got rave reviews) so I could go rescue her.
Ya know, Hazel looks so much like my Aunt Connie its funny. Well she doesn't look like her all the time, its the facial expressions etc. that really get me. Hazel's 34 and really feels like a big sister to me. I've actually met a few people like that here. Its really good to have since my sister and I aren't very close.
Hazel made corn on the cob, beans and rice, mashed potatoes (fresh, not boxed) and 3 pies: sweet potato, pumpkin, and apple. Those pies really took me back home. She baked marshmellows on top of the sweet potato pie and I was really looking around for somebody's mama so I could slap her! (sorority joke) Hazel's a
really great cook and since she and Terry are totally vegetarian I always get really healthy meals when I'm at their place.
Tonight, I had a sit down with a guy who I usually ignore because half of the words out of his mouth are ignorant. He seems like a nice enough guy but he is young (just turned 22) and immature. Look at me calling someone young at 22, but its not his age, its his mind. I generally just have small talk with him because he is cool, but nothing deep because I don't like feeling like I have to be the spokesperson for Black people or explain my life and how I am to him. He always asks dumb questions about ethnicity and stuff and I just get tired of explaining so sometimes...I just don't deal with it. In life, here are some people who don't understand things (no specific thing, just things in general) but they kind of go with the flow and try to get in where they fit in. They figure it out the best way they know how or they wait until a more appropriate time to approach the subject. Not this young cat! What gets me most is that people dismiss what he says with "That's just because he's young". I am a true believer in the fact that we make allowances for people to remain how they are. By constantly giving them the "she's/he's just like that" out...we hurt them as much as their ignorance bothers us. I refuse to do that but for so long and their has to come a time, when everyone should not have to change because of one person and that person should start learning how to be a chameleon based on their situation.
So anyway
(as I step down off my soapbox) we sat and talked tonight and a lot of what he said helped me to put together pieces of why he is the way he is. We are alike in a lot of ways but still very different. It was just good to see a side of him existed that didn't involve him trying to keep up with the dozens and be like "the boys". He gets caught up in trying to fit in with the other guys who seem to have an ongoing game of "Who's line is it anyway?" trying to be quickest to say something smart or witty. If he would just be a little more confident in himself then maybe he'd find out who
"himself" really is. I think he's looking but he'll never find
him while he's trying to be
them.
I started reading Sue's book, "The Unbearable Lightness of Being. And in an oxymoronic way, this book is anything BUT light. I said I was going to try to do some light bedtime reading but its actually quite heavy...but coming off the Potter Series and E. Lynn this is going to be an interesting ride. I read 4 books this week that contained a combined total of 1,460 pages. I have a feeling, that even if I give it my all I won't finish this one book (311pgs) this week. But I will do my best. Wow, 1,460! I didn't realize it was that many...I promise you if any of them would have been for a class in undergrad I probably wouldn't have read them just out of principle...I was really a terrible student...but life has its way of making you a great pupil doesn't it...I digress, as usual.
Oyasuminasai! Ganbarimasu!