Dreams.

Hmm

So I've realised...I'm a racist.

What am I going to about it now? Nothing. Thats what. Okay, I'm not your stereotypical picture of a racist...for example...I dont hate other races. I prefer to be around my race, but I dont hate other races. And so whats wrong with that? I'm not discriminating, and I'm not hurting anyone's feelings, I will be friends with other races of course, but I can still prefer my own race because they understand me better.

I guess its really not racism. Its like how guys like to hang out with guys, and girls like to hang out with girls for certain things. Does that make them sexest? Nah, it doesnt. So why should this make me racist. I guess I take it back, I'm not a racist, I just prefer the company of people that are of my culture. Chinese Canadians. Some can only understand what we understand, just like I'll never fully understand some of the other cultures, I can admire them from afar, but I cant be a part of them fully.

Time to embrace my chinese-ness, and if other people have a problem with that, they can shove it up their gay hating man-ginas (hah!). Cause frig, its my right to prefer things, so I will.

posted by Bradimon @ 10:22 p.m.