A few years ago, my friends invited me on a ski trip.
I declined.
Couldn't afford it.
One of them immediately said:
"Come anyway."
I said no again.
He kept pushing.
Finally I admitted the truth:
"I have $43 in my bank account."
Nobody replied.
The group chat went silent.
A few minutes later one friend sent $50.
Then another sent $20.
Then another.
By the end of the night there was enough money for the trip.
I felt terrible.
I told them I'd pay everyone back.
One friend replied:
"Don't."
Another said:
"Just do it for somebody else when it's your turn."
That was 8 years ago.
I've paid for plane tickets.
Covered rent.
Bought groceries.
Helped people who never knew the story.
And honestly...
the most valuable thing my friends gave me wasn't the money.
It was the chance to stop feeling ashamed for needing help.
One of the most frustrating aspect ahout racism in the Caribbean it's the constant denial of it, because people push the idea that it can't exist if we are all mixed.
I think parents did a shitty job of conveying how much they were going through as adults. Because if I knew you was getting disrespected & harassed all day then maybe I’d be more eager to defrost the meats.
The decline of community has created an obsession with romantic love.
People want to feel loved so badly, and they think “I should find a partner” out of desperation instead of “I should find a group of people with shared values.”
Find community first, and love will find you.
Being slept on can honestly be the best time of your life. You can push every boundary, try anything you want, reinvent, you don’t have to answer to anyone but your own art and gut feelings. Idk if y’all get how free your start can actually be.