These last couple days I have been so busy I haven’t even been able to take the time to write to my blog. I have had class, meetings with my future in-laws, grandparents with cancer, rude room-mates (yes plural), and a girlfriend that isn’t ready to get married.

Life can be confusing sometimes, and you never know which road to take until you take it and see where it takes you. I was planning on getting Married on May 28th of this year, which is about a month from now. My girlfriend has other concerns. I have met her mother several times, she has told me that she likes my personaliy, says I am poilite, nice, handsome, respectful, everything I want her to say…., but she says I can’t marry her daughter cause I am white. This is the only reason she doesn’t like me, she was honest at least. My girlfriend asked her and her mother could not come up with another excuse, she said she liked me, but doesn’t want a white boy for a son-in-law.

Ironic, here I am white as can be from a culture that says I have no race, that I am just plain and simple. Where people get critized because they are black, asian, indian, middle eastern, anything but white…, I am not a minority until I came here. I know what it feels like now to have people stare at you and wonder what I am doing there. To have my girlfriends family dislike me cause of the color of my skin…, and I think its bull-shit.

Why me? My family is very unique. I have a colorful family even though I am white. I have a cousin that is black, I have a uncle that is jewish and living in Isreal, I have a girlfriend that is Korean, and all these people were accepted without any problems. My family doesn’t care, I wans’t raised to look at a persons skin color. So why does this have to happen to me? Maybe that is why…, maybe I thought I was too perfect and it wouldn’t be a problem. Maybe I thought that those people were accepted into my family without repricussions…, maybe its just the luck of the draw. I don’t know…, but I don’t like it…, I hate it.

The wedding is postponed until a later date. When? …not a clue. But she says no latter than early next year. Longer than I wanted to wait. Has already been 6 months since I proposed and the date we chose then has already passed. I hate waiting, I hate racism, I hate not being able to plan my wedding or my life with this girl. I think I just want things to be too perfect.