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Submitted: February 19, 2018

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Submitted: February 19, 2018



I find it funny how we define a person in the simplest terms possible. We give them labels. If it is a police officer then we say they are a cop and that is how we identify that person. Likewise a teacher, or a cook or baker or sign maker or whatever they are. We identify them by their professions or what they do. We also become lumped into a category of employee, boss, friend, enemy, co worker, father, brother, mother, the list goes on and on. You get the picture. And often times this is simply how we see the person and define them but the truth is we are all many things.


I myself have been son, brother, boyfriend, husband, ex husband, friend, co worker, confidant, enemy and so on. These are all labels that have been given to me over time but they truly do not define me as a person. I am many things all at once as is everyone if the truth be known.


Sometimes we label a person by their attributes or how they act. He or she is funny, hard working, lazy, sad, beautiful, vain and so on. Again these are all labels meant to define us but we are all way more than just a label.


I guess the point is that we sometimes regulate a person to the simplest terms. I see this in politics, in the media, in entertainment and so on.


A good example of this is how we define a person by the color of their skin. The person is white, black, brown, etc. I got to looking at my skin and while I'm a caucasian, my skin is not white. I find that funny. That I could be called “white” just as a person could be called Black or Brown or whatever color their skin is. My skin color I consider is flesh tone. And so is theirs.


Now think about it. If I'm white and yet my skin is “flesh tone” and a black and a brown colored person is “flesh tone” then we all have “flesh tone” skin no matter what. They are just different shades of “flesh tone”. Which makes us all equal if you think in broader terms.


Can you imagine it though. You are telling a story about something to someone else and they ask you what color was the skin of the person you are talking about and you say “flesh tone” and leave it at that.


Which reminds me of a funny little memory. My ex brother in law was Hispanic (as was my first ex wife). Anyways his wife was Caucasian. And they had three children. Junior (my brother in law's name) would often tease his youngest son Preston that he was a Chunky, meaning he was half Chicano and half Honky (jokingly of course) and Preston said he wasn't Chunky, he was Beige. Laughs.




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