About this weekend

So, on twitter there was a disagreement of sorts. And though my opinion might no matter, I still wanted to share it.
All the podcast that I listen to, all the people I follow, I don't know them in real life. I have always been surrounded by white people, save a few family members. I went to all white schools, lived in all white neighborhoods, worked all white jobs... I have always been the magical negro everywhere I went. So this argument amongst people that I share a common interest with scared me because I don't know them. And they don't know me. And I often forget that as much as I think I know these folks, we are not close. We don't have that much in common. And all over again, I felt like I was put on the outside of the room. I know it's really selfish, but it is the best way I can bring this to light. I hope that if I am being bothersome, I will be contacted. But again, maybe not. And because of that I kind of want to seclude myself from the only interaction that I have with people like me. Because sometimes, hash tags are not JUST hash tags, lack of journalistic integrity is more than just an over site. Sometime, your fuck up fucks up someone else's sanity. So,  journalists everywhere: if you could please do your job right the first time, that would be stellar, thanks.