Tomboi Travels

I had to y'all. I couldn't take it anymore, I just straight out said to him, 'it seems like racism to me.' I mean, it really does. He, like another police officer, compared the "migrant problem" in Hungary to the issue with the Mexican/U.S. border. Hmmmm, there is a border there, yes. Individuals do enter illegally there and there us massive hate shown towards the Mexican population because of this. Yes. That still doesn't make it right or take the sting and stench of racism and prejudice from the actions of those in power in Hungary. It's wrong, on both accounts, from both countries. Yes, we in The States are wrong for the way we treat many individuals. I have a very unique perspective in all of this. I am from The States, yes; but, I am also still considered a minority there. In Hungary, the racism is more overt, directly in your face, everyday. In both the U.S. and Hungary, I am seen as "The other." At this point in...

Well, I'm over it, sorta. I get it, logically. I got it in the beginning but I felt I should give it everything I had, I tried as hard as I possibly could, to see if he was the one. This is what strengthens me and makes me so proud of myself, I accepted the truth. Before, when I wanted something, I would debase myself if I felt it was what was needed. I couldn't accept the truth. Now, I can. Maybe that was the whole point of this, to get me to recognize my growth. You know, I've always seen the Universe as The Great Teacher, there to provide lessons, scold us, punish us. All that is true but the Universe is also there to help us, encourage us, guide us and that is what I have learned from all this. No, Brandy and Monica, the boy is not mine, not at all. But, there is one, all for me. I need to wait for him. See you soon.

It wasn't him I was drawn to; it was his energy (yes, there's a difference). He came across as a go-getter, someone who goes after what they want, who does something on their own, when everything and everyone around him is marching to the same monotonous beat. I crave that, someone like me, someone bold, someone kind, someone I won't need to explain myself to before an introduction is even had, someone who isn't swayed by a pretty face or skirt. BUT, definitely not someone who couldn't be totally upfront with me. He could have said something after I left him the first voice message; he didn't. I don't respect what he did; but, I recognize that he is a kind hustler and that is a beautiful thing. Thank you Universe. I was listening to a sistah talk about the word "Universe." She stated that we each have our own "verse" and the point is to unify with others and make beautiful music, a UNI-verse. I long for this, I need it, I ...