Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Blog 8

"I consist of a biological core surrendered by extended, constructed systems of boundaries and networks."Under my skin there are bones, mussels,blood, tissue, our outer exterior stretches over these awkward ligaments in order to protect us from sickness and disease. Our skin is our shell, and in order to discover someone Else's emotions and feelings you must rip in to it. The problem is most people are afraid and would rather look instead of touch. My skin gives me a label. My dark skin tone manipulates a owner in a store to feel threatened, which leads him to believe he must follow me where ever i go until i walk out the door. Threw out my life i have been judged mainly towards my skin color. Every one i have ever became friends with has told me that they did not expect me to be the nice, kind, loving individual i am. In order for me to have picked up these traits i had to have had a great family and good parenting. My family means everything to me and they are what molded me into the man i am today. My clothing gives society a impression which is false. When i pick out my cloths in the morning i pick the outfit which fits me best for that day. If I'm feeling lazy i put on my sweat pants, when i feel happy i put on a nice pair of jeans and shirt, when i feel sophisticated i were nice pants and a button up shirt. All three of these styles give off a impression which indicates three completely different emotions/feelings. In all three of these different out fits there are three different reactions from the people around you. Sweat pants gives off a "I don't care" attitude. Casual jeans and shirt gives off the "cool, calm and collected" attitude. Nice pants and a button up shirt gives off the "confident" attitude. This is the label society around us has put in place. The connections and net works which penetrate these boundaries are our everyday lives, our surroundings. Living in a slum were you would have to fight everyday for food and money is the envirment you were placed in. This penetrates your emotions and you have a distinct view of the world through your eyes. Its like living in a jungle, your mentality is only the strong survive, so you have to make shore you will steal whatever it is you need to become the Alpha male, to build your reputation. If you were to live in the burbs your attitude on life would be extremely different. You would believe in order to survive you must go to a prestigious college and pursue a job which will earn you 6 figures. As for me who is right in between i have the belief that i should pursue what ever it is that makes me happy, i should not steal, but if someone try to steal from me and harm my well being, i must harm them back. I access the Network of well being and goods in my life when i wake up in the morning. I go downstairs and breakfast is waiting for me on the table, my mother woke up a half an hour earlier then her regular schedule to make shore i eat. When i get home from school and my little brothers are the first ones at the door because they are excited i am home. The Network of the good in my life stems from my family. They are my thrive to do well for my self. The regularity of my every day existence starts with school. I wake up at 7:30, get into school at 9:15, get out of classes at 2:00, get home at 3:00, give my self two hours of free time, 5:00 start my home work, 7:00 eat diner, and continue my home work after. This is my every day schedule for five days out of the week. This dictates the regularity of my existence because if i want to pass my classes i must have a schedule in which i dedicate most of my time towards school. If i wake up in the morning put on a suit, take my brief case,drive into the city and work a 9 to 5 job that gives me the label of successful. Our skin color, surroundings, networks, schedules will always give us a label. There is no fighting it, this is how the society around us has labeled things and no matter how hard you wanna fight it there will always be some one who disagrees.

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