So some people know but for the sake of this thread I will back story real quick. I was raised racist and it wasn't until a few years ago that I turned over a new leaf. Now granted the whole thing was a long slow process where I was getting away from the racists that raised me, realizing that they were the bad guys, and that I needed to be a better person. Still though I clearly remember one debate that I finally was like nope I'm done, you are right and I can't believe I've been like this. It wasn't even on racism in the way I normally saw it (whites against blacks) it was because I was throwing a hissy fit over why blacks could be proud of their heritage. My now sister in law (who is not Hispanic but married to a Mexican) laid into me about minorities and why it's important for them to maintain an identity instead of letting the white culture push them out. I was floored and yes it was after the debate that I changed my mind fully but it was throughout it that I was sitting there realizing it.
“What screws us up the most in life is the picture in our head of what it's supposed to be.”
Also if your signature makes my scrolling mess up "you're tacky and I hate you."
Also if your signature makes my scrolling mess up "you're tacky and I hate you."
