What discrimination is not: Getting a special text message alert from a fancy fucking grocery store when nobody one else got one. That is — again — reverse-discrimination. And what those sweet-hearted employees did could be accurately categorized as being courteous; going above and beyond; impressively catering to your rich, white ass.
At the age of 16, I wanted to be prettier and more confident than Kendall; I wanted to be a better skateboarder than Jeremy; I wanted to be a more popular musician than the christian rock band Leeland was; and I wanted to be at least AS smart as my atheist friend on the school bus (Sam) was.
When I turned my head to the right, Lavender was smiling at me from his rolled down car window and waving gently. I smiled and waved back at him. “Goodbye, friend,” I thought to myself sadly.
I felt like I was visible for just a second… like I was a part of something; as if whether or not I was here in some way mattered. Like — somebody waved back because I was here. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have waved, and they also wouldn’t have waved. Like that.