I Am A Human and So Are You
I think one of the most frustrating things for me is seeing people talk about their “big dreams”. You see it everywhere from facebook, to twitter and hear it from your friends, coworkers, and family. The statement is disgustingly ubiquitous. But that’s not really what upsets me. Its the intention behind it.
People have a tendency to defend what they are. Its part of the innate human identity crisis. We gravitate towards things we see in ourselves or want to see, then rationalize and elevate the status of that thing. I always use the example of the “light skinned vs dark skinned” dichotomy. I’m not going to address the cultural implications or any of those entho-sociological issues. I’m simply looking from a macro position. “Light skinned” individuals are constantly stating that “they do it best” or something to that effect. Then you see the opposing arguments proffered by someone who identifies with being “dark skinned”. For me, the question isn’t about how this duality came to exist, but more about why any identifications exist at all.
Yes, I am a black man. My skin color is brown. I am an alumnus of Long Beach Polytechnic High School and Loyola Marymount University. I live in Inglewood. These things are realities that I could use to define me, however, I rarely identify with anything. I am simply Bryce. Perhaps this is why I often find myself on the margins of social structures. I don’t wish to identify or play by the rules of engagement, unless I’m manipulating them out of survival or the hopes of some type of reward. This is why I was never comfortable joining a fraternity or even the year I played basketball. I’m more cerebral and spiritual than I am natural, that which I identify with comes from my understanding of God, not of mankind.
So when I see contentious statements about one group being better than the next I just laugh, because the arguments aren’t about who’s actually better, but who you identify with. “Light skinned” girls don’t “do it better”. That’s a generalization that can be destroyed by any man who prefers dark women. At the end of the day, most people operate in a sort of forced narcissism which simply states: because I had no say in how I look or my developmental components, I am going to take pride in who I am. Which is fine, confidence is great, however, when that confidence begins to overstep its bound into the realm of creating adversarial situations, one must realize that they, regardless of their makeup are no better than anyone else.
I don’t see myself as better than anyone else. More informed? Perhaps. More concerned about matters of the heart and conscious? Probably. More adept at figuring things out at young ages? Possibly… But everything that I am had the same potentials as the next kid comparable to me. Therefore, I would never posit that “skinny guys are in” or “no tattoos are better than tattoos” or whatever divisive bullshit is being pandered these days.
I am a human. So are you. Let’s just leave it at that.