The Lord blesses in unexpected ways sometimes. To help keep me up at my marathon overnight sessions at front desks, He's sent me numerous conversations that keep me engaged and alert. For the second week in a row, I've spoken extensively with my former acquaintance/new friend Bassline.
But as we talked, we got comfortable and soon it was the two of us in chairs across from each other. As our conversation progressed, another one of our friends, Plato, came and joined us. Then we had a guest panelist in the form of another friend's visiting brother.
So four, young, educated brothers discussing the many issues of life. Mainly it was about the conundrum of women and all it entails. We also talked about dating outside the race and its subsequential caveats. But we also discussed the pros as opposed to sticking with our beautiful Black women. Quite the enjoyable conversation.
What mainly came out of our discussion was the fact that West Indian men have one of the worst positions in history. We hate everyone. Because of our origins, we've interacted with every type of people and they've all shafted us. Indian, Asian, Black, White. In addition, because of our station in life, the West Indian man has had to struggle and is self made. But because of that, he maintains the position that he can do better. A mansion, top notch kids, and a beautiful, doting wife and he would roll over in bed and say "I could do better." And that sentiment sticks with us and corrupts our thinking in every thing we do.
Ah such is life.
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