polson
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# Posted: 10 Nov 2006 18:42
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Bria...:( my bad. *slinks out of your mind through your left ear then runs around and lets herself back in through the right ear*
Katrina...*nods* I mortify people sometimes with how "tactless" I seem. I have a friend who has a lazy eye and her eyes aren't connected so she's always looking in different directions. Actually, that's Josy, the halfbreed. Anyway, I'd been her friend for a month when I finally said, "Josy, at this distance which eye do you look out of? I can't tell who you're talking to, me or her." Josy, being the blonde that she is, goes "I don't know!" and starts squinting at me one eye at a time until she figured it out. And sometimes when I'm talking with her with other people I say, "Hey Josy, I'm over here!" and wave my hands at her. I do it to freak everyone else out because I know that Josy's not even aware that it's a "disability". She's never viewed it that way, it's never occured to her to view it that way, and I don't view it that way either.
People are people, not labels, brands, or otherwise. I absolutely loved experiencing Michael's culture in song and dance (he was one of the boys from Africa from my school), or hearing the difference between French and the Hatian French language from a girl who grew up there as a missionary kid, or learning about how to haggle in Yemin. People are story books. It is so neat to open one up and see what's inside, but you can't do that until you stop judging the entire book by it's cover and start letting the cover be a part of them but not the meat of them. In the end, we're all made of meat, aren't we.
Okay I'm done. Really.
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