But it can also be exhausting. Sometimes I just want to blend in. The little moments that happen simply because I stick out in the crowd can be entertaining, but sometimes they wear me out. There are times when I want get lost in the tunes on my headphones, read a book on the beach or eat my toast on the way to work without interruption. I don't want to be the victim of a pop-in visit. No, I don't want you to cut a coconut for me. No, I don't want to buy your apples. Yes, I have a tattoo. No, my skin doesn't feel differently than yours. Yes, I am white. Yes, I just sat down to eat dinner and want to do so in minimal clothing. I just wonder where the the line is drawn between captivating culture and tedious annoyances. The line of tolerance seems to fluctuate daily. I know Ghanaians find me to be just as interesting as I find them, but sometimes I'm just too tired to reciprocate and I just want to blend in.
|This poor gal wasn't getting any reading done either.|
|I went to the beach in hopes of bonding with a novel. Instead I bonded with these guys.|