I Remember The Times: Travelling Through The Balkans As A #woc
It is what it is. Being a woman of color travelling alone through The Balkans, through Europe, is not nearly what I thought it would be, wanted it to be. Nature here is more than breathtaking, though at times the wind blowing really does take your breath away. Nature here is powerful, humbling, nurturing. I have learned so much about myself, how I am, why I think the way I do, my fears, my intense thoughts, my ever-changing disdain for willful ignorance amongst individuals. It's true, it's sad, it's reality. People are ignorant, we all are, I am. What makes their ignorance rage-inducing is the fact that many of them love this ignorance, love to bask in the warmth and comfortability of their prolonged and willful ignorance. But their vibe is also giving "accept whatever you can get." Some months ago I had a conversation with someone who stated that I may have to get with someone that is short and fat. Is it possible that the person meant specificall...