everyone's a little bit racist...

sometimes...right? The other day I went to the bank to get some cash. A
Black guy standing in the vestibule opened the door for me. I said thank
you, then immediately started thinking about whether or not I had change for
him, and then feeling guilty and at the same time dreading the end of my
transaction when he would ask me for change and I would have to apologize
and say I didn't have any. The guy at the left atm finished his withdrawal,
and I started forward to use it. So did the man who opened the door for me,
because he wasn't one of the people who hang out in banks opening doors for
people in exchange for money, but rather just a guy in line for the atm.
Damn. I hate that I made that assumption.
On a drastically different note, I had a board games night with friends the
other night, didn't win a single game, and still had fun. So at least I am
growing in some areas.
I (much like always) have more to say, but I'm tired and busy. I'm going to
try to put something else up tomorrow, which may outline how I plan to
structure my time to involve more posting. Hopefully it will work out.