i was interviewed today for someone’s phD dissertation. the subject was the effect of gentrification on school choice. as i shared my reasons for my choices, the interviewed made an observation that caught me totally off guard. she asked if i preferred to be in the minority. she’s right, i do. i have suspicions as to why, such as being brought up that i was different, special, and while not to be proud of it, different was good. good to be ridiculed a bit. good to stand out. good to be the underdog.
i had no idea how that translated into my school choices until today, but i do enjoy being the minority. curious, it is.
quote for the day, from the WC.
… this woman (suburban wife, mother, successful career woman) clearly walled off huge sections of her inner life from her most beloved friends and family. She never felt safe enough to reveal her real self to anyone. She died not being known. … Don’t do that. Don’t die not being known.