Anyways, I've been wondering what I should make this blog on. Its been a constant ailment eating at my brain, all day and and all night. But, hell, why can't it be about what I want it to be about, which is whatever the hell I want! So, there. This blog will be me..kind of. And who am I, exactly? I need to quit asking so many rhetorical questions.
I live in Columbus right now, whether that's Ohio or Georgia, you can guess at that. Either way, its not a great place to be. That being said, I basically live in the hood. Yes, there is a difference between the "Ghetto" and the "Hood", which I just learned recently. The difference is this: when you live in the poor part of town, with decent-working individuals who just get tired and angry every once in a while, you live in the Ghetto. When you live in 50 Cent or some other famous rappers version of "the hard life" you live in the hood. Gangs, guns, and grandma prostitutes are also synonymous with this place.
Ask yourself this then: Well, Bear (That's my name. Hells yea, its real.), why does this bother you? Here comes the racial tension, brought out from many awkward situations, unrestrained: I'm a white male. Now, to an innocent person, you wouldn't typically understand what is wrong with this, but to most white and black people alike, you'll understand what I mean by this. Its frightening to walk around at night, where you'll see a group of people laughing and cutting-up (literally), and as I come walking by they go completely silent. In my shoes, you could be afraid of anything happening. In theirs, they're waiting for me to say some quirky white-euphemism like, "What's happenin', Fella's?" or ,"Are those real Jordan's, my brother?" I'm not racist, it just gets awkward at these kind of times. Especially after a gunfight just broke out. We're only in our 3rd week of college.
My interests include anything electronic, although I might not know shit about it. I do, however, know a good amount about videogames ranging from xbox 360 to PC. I read literature, plays, and listen to a broad mixture of music junk. Finally, I also play guitar.
Last, but certainly not least (She might read this, so I'm adding this in: I love you! xD) I have an exceptional girlfriend who, on several occasions, saves me from my eccentricity. She's the apple of my eye, the manure under my soil, the wind beneath my wings. All that beautiful stuff.
So, I think that briefly-ish summary of myself. I hope you enjoyed reading about me egotistically talking about myself. But you didn't. Its not myself, though. Its my blog. Screw you for thinking that. Jerk.
|This is how I wish it could be some times. Unless they're fighting. Then the black kid's screwed.|