Recently I've been reflecting on a train of events that occurred in my past life. It all started back when I was in high school. Sitting in the midsection of the lunchroom I have always kept to myself. However, on this particular day something had to pick at my brain. These sophomore's (or maybe freshman) wanted to get my attention.
This group of "understudy's" were weighed of two boys and one girl. Based off the conversation they were of the West Indies. One of the boys (who I remember due to his thin length and glasses) wanted to tell me something. Ironically, the girl was standing six inches to his left. It was told to me that the girl had a crush on me. Whether I believed it or not is still up for graps.
My response was a decline stating that "I don't date black girls." Are you crazy the thin built boy said. The other boy looked shocked as well. By the time it was told to the girl the period was over. Hearing her response I said "Ah shit" and booked it like Usain Bolt.
As my senior year took it's course me and this young lady never had any ill will towards each other. For the most strange reason unknown to the surface I still feel that she never viewed herself the same. The same should go for myself. Surprisingly, I have been apart of some sort of damage whether it be internal or external. Being proud of this was never the case but I must tell this story as an example of true accountability. In other words I'm putting myself on blast. Hope you've enjoyed it.
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