Daily Shorts #3: Wait, I’m Black Black?

The first two years of High school were so, so. Boring classes, boring school, bored. But if you asked any of my friends at the time, they would tell you some of the wildest high school stories you have ever heard. Apparently, i was present when most of it happened. But clearly, nothing really stood out for me. Yeah, go figure.

I always knew i was different though. I liked to read instead of watch TV, and i would spend hours writing, locked up in my room on weekends instead of going out to party with my friends. You know when you really know you’re weird? When your mother calls your friends to take you to the club on a Friday night because you told her how excited you were about the two novels you were planning read out in bed that night.

And so my mother forced me to go to the club with my friends that Friday night, seriously, she even gave us a ride to make sure i didn’t escape and climb back to my room through the window. Yes, it was that bad. And don’t get me wrong, i had loads of friends, and i loved to hang out with people, lots of people. But just at home. Or at a bar, or a restaurant, or even the movies. I like movies. But no, in my day, the amount of times and the type of clubs you went to, defined your ‘fun factor’, and so even my Mom wanted to make sure i scored an A+ in that. Being an A student just ain’t enough huh mama?

So, we laughed and we danced and we had our usual fun. I was starting to think it wasn’t that bad that i didn’t get to stay home that night. Though i missed my books. Don’t Judge. Anyway, then this happened.

“So you’re a good dancer huh?” What? I turned around to see who this heavily sweating male was, shouting in my ear. Some tall, masculine, 20-something, blue-eyed white guy stared right back at me. I just smiled, turned around, and made and attempt to continue dancing with my friend. Except of course, she was no where to be found. Great timing Amanda, Great timing. In an attempt to continue where he left off, he tapped me on my shoulder. I turned around, about to say that i was not interested (which was not entirely true, but i hadn’t been in my hook-up mode for a while now so), but he went first. “You don’t like white guys?”. Slightly surprised by his question, i hastily told him, that was not the case and that i just wasn’t interested. It appeared he nodded to himself, as if to say, I told you so, then looked at me again and said “So you’re really black”. I think he didn’t realize what he had said until he actually said it out loud as i saw his eyes open wide within a few seconds. “I mean, you have black people who are from here and are basically like us, and they usually date white guys too and they don’t really act black. What i meant to say is that you are Black, Black. Like you’re black and only like black people.” Realizing he was digging himself a hole he couldn’t possibly get out of, the tall, masculine, 20-something, blue-eyed white guy rushed away, quickly disappearing in the crowd.

And so, on that special Friday night, i found out that I wasn’t just black. I was Black, Black.

This post is part of my ‘Daily Shorts’. These short stories are based on my own life experiences. Really, just having some fun with it.

– Dixi 

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17 Comments Add yours

  1. Hey there! I just wanted to let you know that I’ve nominated you for a very official sounding WordPress award called “Very Inspiring Blogger”. I really enjoy your blog, and look forward to new material, oui oui?

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  2. Dixi says:

    I know right, Ignorance is the right word..lol!

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  3. Matowakan says:

    So does that mean he wasn’t really white white if he was hitting on a black girl? 🙂 This was a great story, Dixi. Thanks for posting. Have a very happy New Year!

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    1. Dixi says:

      Hahahah, good point! I guess not! A very happy new year to you as well!!

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  4. Loved this… Ny mother used to force me out the house as well… However, ive dated white giys… I never felt the need to define my blackness though… Lmao… Some people are really ignorant

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  5. hassang66 says:

    Thanks for sharing this post.
    What’s in the color? Everybody has many colors. We can’t just associate human behaviors to colors, creeds, geography etc. In my opinion human intellect, will and aspiration are free from any of the narrower associations.

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    1. Dixi says:

      Very true words hassang66, thank you!

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  6. Dixi says:

    Sure, at the right place and the right time, this could have evolved into an interesting discussion. But what this post is really about, is my first ‘mature’ encounter with the confused views ‘others’ have of black people, with a little bit of humour on the side.

    On the ‘long comment person’ note; don’t hold back sweety. It’s all about expressing yourself on here!

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  7. zestyjazz says:

    I have so much to say on this post, but it is hard to articulate because I don’t know if I have the right words. But, I resonate with your experience. I feel, however, that in the right situations, conversations about race can happen after something awkward like this happens. I think that as black people (the minority) must teach the majority, and know that it is our burden to create the world we want to live, by creating the conversations we want had.
    Idk. Thanks for writing. I am coping out from really grappling with my thoughts on this comment, mostly out of not wanting to be that “long comment person”, kinda. -Jazz

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  8. I’ve been seeing these pages titled, black girls run, black girl nerds, and black women travel too. I’ve subcribed to all of these sites, but now I’m starting to question this huge misconception.
    It’s almost like I’m supposed to think, act, and speak a certain way simply because of my skin color.

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    1. Dixi says:

      I know what you mean right.

      People like to create boxes to fit in to but the Most important thing is: Be You. Everything else falls into place after that.

      Dixi

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  9. kaygy says:

    And post 3 is up, yay!! 🙂 Oh so there is black and there is black- black now smh oh Lord!

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    1. Dixi says:

      Hahaha smh indeed kaygy!

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  10. I’ve experienced this to from people like “Lauren you’re Black but not “Black – Black”, you know?” My response: “No, I don’t know, please explain…” The conversation still ends with an uncomfortable white person running away but for some reason I think they thought it a compliment to categorize my “Blackness” as less than… I’m still not sure if they meant to infer I was more “white”, but either way they unconsciously devalued my ancestors, culture and reflection with there thoughtless speech… Thank you for sharing this.

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    1. Dixi says:

      I know, its crazy right? I have had many more experiences like that after this first experience. Those ones, not so funny. But i tend to laugh about it now. I figured most of it is just subconscious ignorance right? Thanks for reading and sharing Lauren!

      Dixi

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