OK, you seriously can’t make this stuff up, guys.
ANOTHER weird incident happened at church yesterday. So, as you may recall, the last four Sundays, something peculiar has occurred at Mass. This time, it involved me calling 9-1-1.
To refresh: #1: The homeless man who chugged the communion wine and exited with a ruckus. #2: The literal MIRACLE that took place under the Advent wreath (my lifelong amenhorrea as a result of the anorexia in my past was HEALED!) And then #3: That scary man with the duffle bag sitting across the aisle, shouting at the congregation during the final blessing.
Well, last night, the woman literally sitting next to me, had a seizure. It was terrifying. She collapsed to the floor like a rag doll with the loudest bang that echoed through the building. Many parishioners rushed to her aide. I called 9-1-1. The paramedics/firemen came in during the service and took her out. Praise God, she was okay.
But seriously, what in the world is going on here???
Am I like, some weird juju magnet?! I mean seriously: hide yo’ kids. Hide yo’ wife. And for the love, don’t let me around the elderly.
I jest, but for real. Perplexing.
ANYWAYS. That is not the point of tonight’s post, I just had to share that with you because it was SO FREAKING BIZARRE that all these crazy occurrences are happening.
So I had a really really interesting Saturday night.
Now, before I get too deep into this, I want to just start out by addressing that this post is going to talk about race, but it is in no way meant in a negative sense. It was just the facts of the story, so there’s my disclaimer. I think you know from my track record: people are people are people. And I appreciate the uniqueness and beauty that we all bring to the table, each in our own way 🙂
So I am part of a very diverse friend group. In fact, in one of my groups of friends, I am the only caucasian person. Frankly, I never even think about it – it just doesn’t even register. I see people, not skin color.
But this past Saturday, for the first time, I’d say, ever, I did realize that I was, well…not like the rest.
It was my friend’s birthday and we decided to go to this cool club in the Meatpacking District. You know the type: $20 cover, intimidating bouncer making people practically beg to get in. Overpriced drinks. Air that’s thick with dance floor sweat and lingering whisky fumes. And really good music.
Well, we walk in, check our coats, get a drink, head to the dance floor. And after a minute, I realize that I am literally the only white person there. Everyone is African American.
Which, I mean, psh, I don’t care. Let’s dance!! But I start to realize that I am kind of getting some looks. And not really in a good way. The looks felt a bit, unfriendly. I wouldn’t go as far as to say they were “hostile,” but I definitely felt like their looks were communicating that I was “infringing” on a place I wasn’t really super welcome.
So I did what I always do at nightclubs: make friends with those around me.
Listen. I was the president of my sorority. I have been around enough sorority girls to know that the best way to disarm any potential stand-off-ish-ness is to just engage with people and be yourself.
I started chatting with the girls in the group next to us, complimented their outfits, asked them to join our group and dance.
And by the end of the night, I don’t mean to gloat, but I may or may not have successfully started a dance circle and busted a move or two. I even had a bunch of fellas come up to me as I was leaving and go, “Shoooooot, white girl can dance!” haha
But it was honestly one of the most fun nights I’ve had in a long time.
And the “vibes” at the end of the night — not a drop of “unfriendliness” to be found. I had made new friends! And it was awesome.
When I look at people, I see the potential for a new friend. Truly, I know it sounds really lame, but I try and see the good. During my anorexia, I know, first hand, how it feels to walk into a room and instantly have everyone think the ugliest thoughts about you, simply by how you appear on the outside. And that, friends, is a really crappy feeling.
So I try to always give people a chance.
The people at the night club on Saturday, yeah – I was different. I mean, that’s just the facts. I am not black. I come from suburban Ohio. But we gave each other a chance.
And it turns out, Kanye and a disco balled-dance floor brings people together.
My faith in humanity has officially been restored 🙂
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