Comfort is something I take for granted. Let me explain.
When I go out to eat, I meet all types of people – black, white, rich, poor, funny and awkward. Very rarely have I found myself in a situation where I haven't been comfortable. True, this comes after years of figuring my identity out after a lifetime of racial ambiguity, but I notice the same is not often true for others. So many people have a limited bandwidth for new people
They are too crunchy
They are too clean cut
They are ugly
They are picky
So many qualifiers block us from enjoying a new experience. Well I’ll tell you this - I love food far too much to let an all Spanish speaking crowd scare me away from some of the best tacos in the city.
What do you love enough to cross boundaries and comfort zones to find?
The UE
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When I go out to eat, I meet all types of people – black, white, rich, poor, funny and awkward. Very rarely have I found myself in a situation where I haven't been comfortable. True, this comes after years of figuring my identity out after a lifetime of racial ambiguity, but I notice the same is not often true for others. So many people have a limited bandwidth for new people
They are too crunchy
They are too clean cut
They are ugly
They are picky
So many qualifiers block us from enjoying a new experience. Well I’ll tell you this - I love food far too much to let an all Spanish speaking crowd scare me away from some of the best tacos in the city.
What do you love enough to cross boundaries and comfort zones to find?
The UE
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