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esskay
Digital storyteller, Photographic narrator, Hogwarts alum. In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic. My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it. My pen is mightier than my sword. Instagram
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Sunday, September 18, 2011 || 11:12 PM
This past Saturday, as I was sitting in a complete stranger's house, eating their food and laughing with their friends, I started to think about how if someone asked me how my weekend was, I would say "on Saturday, I walked into a complete stranger's house, ate their food and laughed with their friends" and they would look at me as if I had lost my mind. Rightfully so, too, because what kind of person walks into a stranger's house, eats their food and laughs with their friends? I'll tell you what kind of person, a hungry person. But more specifically, a hungry Seventh Day Adventist. We're a very strange breed of people. Peculiar, I think the word is. However, if nothing else, we are always welcoming. Being a Seventh Day Adventist is like being in a never ending family, much like being Grenadian or of West Indian decent in general. I think we have that familial vibe because every Adventist knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who they know in the SDA community and every time you visit a new church, the people greet you like they were waiting for you to show up because they were dying to meet you and then you start talking to someone and realize that you both know brother so-and-so because he's the youth choir director over at such-and-such church who also does praise team with your homegirl/their cousin and then you ask, if we have this many people in common, how is it that we've never met before? And all of a sudden, you've found a friend. It's the power of the SDA network, especially strong through the youth. It also doesn't hurt that a lot of us in and around the city are of West Indian descent. I think that makes the network twice as strong. If you don't know what I mean, West Indians are liable to walk down Church Ave in Brooklyn and meet five people they're related to. I have blood relatives I've never even seen a day in my life but as sure as the sun will rise tomorrow, I'll meet them when I go back to Grenada, in some weird place like the market or the post office. But I digress.
My point is this...well...I'm pretty sure I had a point when I started and now I just can't seem to remember. However, It's pretty damn cool that I could walk into someone's house and they hand me a plate of food and treat me like family. I don't know any other community where that could ever go down and as much as we have our flaws and you hear about church drama and church politics, church family will always be the most important because it's the only one that keeps on growing.Labels: babble and rant, pop of culture, real life amazing |