Have you ever thought about living your life in the gray area? That small sector where things don't necessarily make sense, where black and white are not clearly defined colors. I once read in a book " Life isn't always black and white, and sometimes the gray areas are the ones that work best for us." The minute I read this statement I knew it was spectacular ( well maybe not for the prudish or wretched individuals that thinks there is no in between) but for me, it was one of those defining moments.
For my well-being, things don't have to always make sense nor fit into some cookie-cutter standard that god knows who came up with. I mean really why in the hell should I live in this mold that another person has a created. I was created in my own unique mold, that is not for another person to determine or even understand. But mothers and fathers are constantly saying that God broke the mold when he made their precious baby, then turn around and shove a silver spoon in their mouth and put them into a given category. We expect people to talk a given way due to where they are born, and to wear certain clothes based on if they play golf or live in the hood, and act in a certain way based on their social or racial class. Really hypocrites, think outside the lines. Things are not so black and white!
Thus being said, I think I am going to dread my hair, wear seer-suckers and boat shoes with a rebel flag tshirt and drive a hooptie!
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