I am back. Massive emotional breakdown was really a doozy. Was triggered by Continental Airlines not allowing me on the plane with my bags. Long, LONG story that is still going on; involves lots of tears, a little bit of swearing (in Spanish no less) and probably a fair amount of backed up emotional baggage. I have to say though, that when I landed in Houston and I glanced up at a television monitor and saw Barack Obama standing between two American flags talking to the people, I couldn't help but feel a little better.
I spent thanksgiving with my family. Such a different world than where I was last at. Colorado backwater (Please read with the most love and tenderness possible). It's full of really good people, but there is not lot of use for the rest of the world even though it keeps asserting itself at their front door. The interesting thing is, that as much as they maintain a denial about the rest of the world, the opposite is also true. I can't count how many conversations I have had where it has become clear that people from the rest of the country haven't any clue what this country is REALLY like anymore than the "sheltered country folk." It's a tough thing... I'm too worldly for white trash crowd and too trashy for worldly crowd.
What's a girl to do?
Having a tough time remembering to flush my toilet paper. I stood in the convenience store yesterday afternoon and resisted the urge to speak Spanish to the clerk. Seems kinda dorky, "Hola. Me muero por hablar Espanol. Perdon, si le ofendo o si le parezco muy rara, aunque soy de aqui, no soy de aqui, y me siento que no puedo relacionar tampoco... pero todo mundo espera que si....."
I spent thanksgiving with my family. Such a different world than where I was last at. Colorado backwater (Please read with the most love and tenderness possible). It's full of really good people, but there is not lot of use for the rest of the world even though it keeps asserting itself at their front door. The interesting thing is, that as much as they maintain a denial about the rest of the world, the opposite is also true. I can't count how many conversations I have had where it has become clear that people from the rest of the country haven't any clue what this country is REALLY like anymore than the "sheltered country folk." It's a tough thing... I'm too worldly for white trash crowd and too trashy for worldly crowd.
What's a girl to do?
Having a tough time remembering to flush my toilet paper. I stood in the convenience store yesterday afternoon and resisted the urge to speak Spanish to the clerk. Seems kinda dorky, "Hola. Me muero por hablar Espanol. Perdon, si le ofendo o si le parezco muy rara, aunque soy de aqui, no soy de aqui, y me siento que no puedo relacionar tampoco... pero todo mundo espera que si....."
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maybe I am not worldly but yo are NOT trashy
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