Being a small business owner-well, just dealing with other humans in general, I encounter a fair amount of nonsense. Some potential customers will give us the runaround for weeks then fall off the earth. (We should start charging for consultations, uh?) A stranger rear-ends you and tells you why they couldn’t avoid hitting you, how you came out of nowhere or it happened so fast, but will not, cannot and does not just apologize. I could go on and on about the apologies I think I should’ve received, but I stopped expecting them long ago; no expectation means I don’t get (as) angry or harbor those negative thoughts, knowing that the other party has no idea how upset I am over here in my head expecting an “I’m sorry” that may never happen! It really is silly and unhealthy. BUT, admitting fault is damn sexy, courageous and necessary- a great sign of maturity.
I feel we’re being hardest on ourselves when we cannot voice a genuine apology. What is the big deal with admitting fault? Why is it so hard to apologize, especially if you know you’re wrong or someone tells you why he feels you’ve wronged him?
We all have lapses in judgement. We’re not perfect. Just say it.
We spend our lives craving it, looking for it, and talking about it. The meaning of It can be felt more than it can be expressed. It’s called the greatest virtue. It’s love. What is love? I spoke to people, read books on it and even searched several dictionaries for an absolute but there was […]
via Does Black Love Actually Exist? — MINDSIGHTCOLLECTIVE
Now here in this country, we’ve got something called a nigger..
We have invented the nigger.
I didn’t event him.
White people invented him.
I’ve always known,
I had to know by the time I was 17 years old,
What you were describing was not me,
And what you were afraid of was not me
It has to be something else,
Something YOU were afraid of – you invested me with.
Now, if that’s so…
No matter what you’ve done to me,
I can say to you this, and I mean
And I know,
And I’ve always known,
And really always – that’s part of the agony –
I’ve always known that I am not a nigger.
But if I am not the nigger,
And if it’s true that your invention reveals you,
Then who is the nigger?
I’m not the victim here.
I know one thing from another…
I know I was born, I’m gonna suffer and I’m gonna die.
The only way to get through life is know the worst things about it.
I’ve learned this because I had to learn it.
But, you still think, I gather,
That the nigger is necessary.
Well, he’s unnecessary to me,
So he must be necessary to you.
So I give you your problem back.
You’re the nigger, baby; it isn’t me.
-James Baldwin: Who is the Nigger? (excerpt from a 1963 television transcript)
White people are just as sick of black history month as black people are, for the same reasons. You see, to a black person, black history month is full of what white people done to black people. To a white person, it’s the same — it’s white people doing things to black people. So, in knowing that, wouldn’t Black History Month be a brutally, radically honest element of white history?
via Is Black History Month Really Just a Brutally Honest White History Month? — AfroSapiophile