Why do I have to apologize for whom I am all the time? Yes, I chose to live here, but the fact is, I do try to keep to myself and not ruffle too many feathers. Normally, I am a little social, but also an introvert, or person who likes their own company a lot. I am in an area where I am not like the majority of the people here. I could word things differently. I could say I wish was a redneck, loved camping and fishing, camouflage in any colour, country music and motor sports, but the truth is I don't. I don't like any of those things and I don't wish I was a redneck.
I love classical music, opera even. Pavarotti and The Three Tenors fill my soul. Sara Brightman sings like an angel. Tennis beats any motor sport any day, though I cannot play racquet sports anymore. Camouflage and wax tarts, oh my goodness! I have no idea who invented either and why anyone would use them or wear that stuff. But I find myself having to apologize for being different, a fish out of water here, or the folks get offended and tell me to go back home. So now I am grumpy.
They don't like other races coming to their part of the world either, and I guess, living in Vancouver where white people are far outnumbered by other races, the different ethnic foods and customs and celebrations were something to look forward to. I loved shopping in little India, where spices were fresh and real and incredibly cheap, silk was bright and beautiful and the food, oh my goodness, it was amazing. Then there was China town. One could get authentic dim sum and leave stuffed for under ten dollars. And little Italy and and and...
Yes, I am the odd ball out in this part of the country. Yes, I am the only one whose ears want to go deaf when country music is playing and those motorized sleds that sound like sewing machines on steroids are not welcome on my property. Why can't we just all get along? I be me, you be you, we agree to disagree and no one apologizes for liking what they like? So, I tend to stay down on the farm, hang out with the Hutterites on occasion, who are very accepting of most people and always invite me for coffee or meals with them and just play with my critters and do my hobbies. When I have to socialize or when I choose to, as in the upcoming trade and craft fair on April 8 which I am attending, I want to leave happy. I want to sell my organic soap, not camouflage neon brights with artificial colour and fragrance that make people sick anyhow. I want people to understand why they should use such good stuff and hope they will try it. I won't ever fit in, but maybe, just maybe, we can all get along? That would be so nice. Then no one would be grumpy!
I love classical music, opera even. Pavarotti and The Three Tenors fill my soul. Sara Brightman sings like an angel. Tennis beats any motor sport any day, though I cannot play racquet sports anymore. Camouflage and wax tarts, oh my goodness! I have no idea who invented either and why anyone would use them or wear that stuff. But I find myself having to apologize for being different, a fish out of water here, or the folks get offended and tell me to go back home. So now I am grumpy.
They don't like other races coming to their part of the world either, and I guess, living in Vancouver where white people are far outnumbered by other races, the different ethnic foods and customs and celebrations were something to look forward to. I loved shopping in little India, where spices were fresh and real and incredibly cheap, silk was bright and beautiful and the food, oh my goodness, it was amazing. Then there was China town. One could get authentic dim sum and leave stuffed for under ten dollars. And little Italy and and and...
Yes, I am the odd ball out in this part of the country. Yes, I am the only one whose ears want to go deaf when country music is playing and those motorized sleds that sound like sewing machines on steroids are not welcome on my property. Why can't we just all get along? I be me, you be you, we agree to disagree and no one apologizes for liking what they like? So, I tend to stay down on the farm, hang out with the Hutterites on occasion, who are very accepting of most people and always invite me for coffee or meals with them and just play with my critters and do my hobbies. When I have to socialize or when I choose to, as in the upcoming trade and craft fair on April 8 which I am attending, I want to leave happy. I want to sell my organic soap, not camouflage neon brights with artificial colour and fragrance that make people sick anyhow. I want people to understand why they should use such good stuff and hope they will try it. I won't ever fit in, but maybe, just maybe, we can all get along? That would be so nice. Then no one would be grumpy!
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