I was reading a friends blog, and I realized that the world still had issues. Issues along the lines of race, sex & the what have yous. And as active as I was, and still am, I just realized that I haven't been given enough of it, to need to vent. And that's because I live in a bubble world, called work. And it doesn't matter, that I am a woman. It doesn't matter that I am tamil. Sure, I get more attention than a lot of men do, when I wear a new top to work. Or when I fall mid floor, embarassing myself and eliciting sympathy from those around me, claps and cat calls from those too far away for identification. But I don't get put down, and when I do, I can laugh at them for their sillyness. When I am called tamil, I take it as a compliment. When I am called a woman, I take pride because I love being one. And when I say that out loud, and someone supposes I am lesbian, I can laugh again, because they're being ignorant and besides what's wrong with that. Yes
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on. Robert Frost