I have 11 different kinds of tea, bagged or loose-leaf, including various varieties and mixes of herbal and black, ranging from 120mg to 30 mg of caffeine.
I have a French press and a Keurig, with light, medium, and dark roasts – decaf and regular. I even have a medium roast with shredded dried cherries – just in case you were feeling adventurous.
I have cream, cane sugar, white sugar, brown sugar, and honey. Take your pick of any of the 24 coffee mugs hanging on the wall. Make yourself at home.
I have white wine, red wine, rose; gin and tonic water; scotch and Irish whiskey; two different flavors of vodka; Jack Daniels, Fireball, apple moonshine. If you don’t like it straight, I also have ginger ale, Coke, and apple cider as mixers. My husband has graciously filled a special ice tray with large single cubes – perfect for connoisseurs or people who just want to look “cool.” Enough of any of this, and you might be sleeping on my floor (I did tell you to make yourself at home).
And if you don’t like hot drinks, you better believe I can offer filtered water (for you city folks) and tap water (for those of you country people with cultured, palettes who enjoy the complex assortments of minerals). I even have ice cubes with separate trays for filtered and tap water that correspond to your preference – although you could mix it all up with different proportions of each.
One could say that we aim to please, in this apartment.
I suggest, that we make everyone try to make everyone feel welcome.
I want everyone to feel welcome. And this is why I get angry. And then I get sad.
I want people to feel welcome, so I invite everyone in my small office to lunch. It makes me angry when certain people wearing gold crosses around their neck mock the vegetarian Muslim man. It makes me angry when they turn up their noses at the strange smells wafting from the lunch boxes of the two Filopena women I also invited. And when those people leave, it makes me angry that the Muslim and Filopenas assume that I “simply couldn’t be a Christian” since I didn’t judge them in the first place.
Even though I am.
It makes me angry that my generation is frowned upon for believing in happiness enough to finally go through with following our dreams – and abandoning the American one. Maybe we don’t want to buy houses, maybe we don’t want to have children, maybe we don’t want to work 9-5 for 45 years in the same office job before we can retire and eat microwaved frozen meals at the nursing home our 2.5 children chose for us. And if we do want those things, we still don’t have to explain why we are following in our parents’ steps. Regardless, we shouldn’t have to defend our own choices to you because they are our choices – not yours.
Even though, I still do.
I am angry because politics have to divide everything these days. And they don’t have to, but we want them to because it’s easier to justify evil-spirited choices on party affiliations than it is to admit that we are actually jerks. I am angry because when I try to explain to my parents why this current proposed tax plan will murder the graduate student population and the middle class and healthcare for minority and elderly people, they shake their head at me and smile – because what could I possibly know? I’m looking for the freedom to quit a job in unethical corporate America to improve education, and I don’t even have the guts to tell my own mother for fear of judgment and yet another obstacle in our strained relationship.
I am angry. And now, I’m sad. Because humans have such potential.
If I were God, I’m not sure how I could keep from wiping the slate clean again and again until we get it right. It’s a good thing I’m not God.
So I welcome everyone. You don’t have to agree with me about anything, but you are welcome in my 658 sq.ft apartment. You are welcome to sit on our hand-me-down couches, burrow in our fuzzy blankets, fix yourself a drink, peruse our multiple stacks and boxes of books (still working on getting that bookshelf…..), and choose to light whichever candle you want. I have 5 different scents so you can pick your own atmosphere of smells.
Life is hard enough as it is, darling. So you are always welcome here.