I'm Devastated No One Noticed My Tan #Racist

Hey Family,

So I’m technically not a house husband anymore because I’m ““working.”” And by working, I mean that I spend all day, everyday learning Portuguese.

And while it may seem that like I’m living my life like it’s golden, it is not so easy keeping a smile on my face in the hallowed (out) halls of my language institute.

Why, you ask? Because no one says hello. At a language institute.

You’d think people would jump at the chance to say “hey” in the language they’re learning.

Can I get an Ola? I mean, damn!

And what’s worse? People seem to be able to feel me wanting to reach out and be friendly in the hallways. Imagine walking down a narrow corridor towards someone. The person walking towards you, within a few short moments, becomes an expert at whatever is on the floor or on the walls. I’ve seen people go so far as to look at the ceiling instead of tipping their heads in acknolwedgement of my humanity.

Y’all . . . it got so bad that when I was in the parking lot this morning, a woman said hello and I was compelled to shower her with gratuitous adulation. That poor woman - she will probably never make that mistake again, lol.

After reading this, I’m sure you’re wondering if I’ve seen any friendly faces?

The answer, HAMDULLAH, is a resounding yes. I saw my friend Susan the other day and we nearly jumped into each others arms as we simultaneously subjected ourselves to the overwhelming judgment of a thousand side-eyes.

It’s okay. I believe our overt display of positive energy ultimately had a positive affect on everybody in the room . . . maybe.

I know that I've been walking my sexy ass around for a full three days and not one person, not nary a one, has complimented me on my new tan. I mean, mama is giving red boned mocha realness for the gods! If nothing else makes you smile, that should ;-)

Peace and blessings,

LKB