I’m not the racist one

I found myself missing my friends today. About mid-afternoon I realised that, apart from staff and my Pas, I hardly talk to anyone around campus. Before graduation, I had a cohort of about thirty close friends with whom I spoke often; these days there are only three or four people who I can call true friends.

On the other hand it has been a good day. It was my first thousand word day in a while, and I’m looking forward to Obama’s inauguration tomorrow. Before dinner, I was arguing with an idiot over facebook who was claiming that what I wrote yesterday was somehow racist, and that we liberals were the racist ones for making a big deal out of the colour of Obama’s skin. He claims to be a conservative, and thus didn’t like it when I pointed out that, had conservatism prevailed, Obama and his family wouldn’t even have equal rights, let alone be moving in to the white house. I seem to attract these fools, but they seem to have a knack of winding me up.

Mind you, I suppose I ask for it sometimes. Keeps life interesting.

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