When all eight roommates first came together there was an almost palpable kinship between the girls; we bonded quickly and without the trademarked cattiness which is so often observed within the female ranks. That is not to say, however, that we were without problems.
Devyn and I both have strong, dominant personality types. We’re both highly intelligent, highly motivated, headstrong individuals with two wildly different perspectives on life. And we both like to argue. So when it came to topics we disagreed upon things became somewhat… heated. Last week you saw her and I get into it over whether or not “African-American” is a pejorative ill-classification or if I’m just wasting my breath over things that don’t matter. Personally I think that examining racist ethos within a classist society warrants group discussion, but I digress. This week Devyn wants to know why I’m so cynical.
You see, I’m a realist and believe that when the group looks at things we need to have both points of view, so I point out some inherent flaws in lines of thought, if only to offset Sarah’s perpetual sunshine. I’m thoroughly convinced, by the way, that Sarah honestly doesn’t have a negative bone in her whole body; she is rainbows and sunshine 24/7. I believe that deceiving oneself to the point of ignoring all possible downsides is foolhardy and once again Devyn disagrees. Though, during that argument there was (and evidently still is based upon the snarky comments) a misunderstanding.
I am not now, nor was I ever, “woe is me, I am so sad”. I identify where things could go wrong to prepare myself for that eventuality so I’m not proverbially sucker-punched. As an ex Scout the motto “always be prepared” is still one by which I abide. Devyn and Sarah, as a result of too seeing a fair amount of bad in the world, prefer to not focus their energies on such matters and deal with them as they arise. Neither one of us is wrong, we just have diametrically opposed ways of looking at the world, and that is not necessarily a bad thing. It yields balance. Likewise, as a realist, I know that good is as pervasive in the world as bad, and if the rest of the group were examining inherent flaws I would speak on merits.
Where Devyn misunderstood is that she equated my cynicism with sadness or depression. Ich ben ein Berliner*.
Devyn and I do eventually wind up reconciling our semantics issues and unify against a common foe. Who? Well, you’ll just have to keep watching.
* The reference here to President John F. Kennedy’s speech is actually an urban legend. The joke is that “ich ben ein Berliner” means “I am a jelly doughnut” which is false; Berliners refer to their doughnuts as pfannkuchen (pancakes). Only outside of Berlin in other parts of Germany is “Berliner” used to refer to a jelly doughnut. President Kennedy’s usage was syntactically correct.
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