tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150236167286014006.post8893652110419119747..comments2024-02-24T20:59:25.694-05:00Comments on blackbelt oma: Perception is Reality, Part Oneblackbelthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04682743823175329828noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150236167286014006.post-20246432030400951762009-08-18T10:04:49.665-04:002009-08-18T10:04:49.665-04:00this post is like porn to me. That's a compli...this post is like porn to me. That's a compliment.<br /><br />I feel all excited and want to run in circles right now because I am obsessed with perceived reality. OBSESSED.<br /><br />I feel unsafe if I'm not surrounded by people. It doesn't matter if everyone is a stranger. I need proximity. I'm a pack animal.<br /><br />I feel unsafe in the suburbs. No one is around to hear me scream if the weirdo who lives with his mother sneaks out her back door at night. I've never been bothered in the city, but I've had several incidents where I was threatened while living in beautiful Chester County.<br /><br />I feel unsafe if I see other white people when I'm in a black neighborhood. I don't understand why they are there. I don't want anyone thinking that the two of us are in cahoots.<br /><br />I don't think to lock my door at night. I don't think to check over my shoulder before I come inside.<br /><br />I like to be in surroundings where I stick out. I want people to notice me just in case something happens. Whether it is because I'm a different color, gender, or whatever. I don't care, as long as people notice me enough to remember.<br /><br />As for the Abercrombie/ facial piercing thing. I don't trust the Abercrombie guys. The frat boy mentality has proven itself dangerous to me on several occaisions. The weirdos tend to stick to their own kind.<br /><br />Thank you for this post.Lorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11721629115039897949noreply@blogger.com