Act Your Color?

Today was a good day. Lately, I've had plenty of good days, nothing seems to bother and I'm cool with that. I wake up, I have no worries, bills are paid, I am getting fit, I love myself and the life that I am blessed to be living.
I was supposed to go see a movie today but my home girl and I decided against that because the movie that was showing was pretty wack...so we decided to go another day. It's 5pm, dinner has started, think I'll go eat. Upon exiting my living quarter, I see a familiar face...a guy that I've seen around for the past few weeks, we often speak in passing. He offers to give me a ride to the dining facility, I oblidge.
Dinner happens, we hold generic conversation...you know, what do you do, where are you from, how many people have tired to talk to you, what does you tattoo mean, etc. All the questions and topics to try to figure out an angle to approach a female. Dinner is over, we exit the dining facility, then it happens.
HIM: You know, some folks might say you're a little weird before they get to know you...
ME: What do you mean???????.....
HIM: Well, you got the "Black girl" look, the "Black girl" body but, you don't sound or act like a "Black girl"...
ME: WHAT! What the eff do you mean? How can someone sound "Black" or act "Black"? **In my mind, I'm thinking that we'd gotten past this state of mind**
HIM: Well, I'm from Detriot and you just don't sound like...a "Black girl", I mean, you're from New Orleans, you don't have an accent, nothing...
ME: Well, I've been in the Navy for 7 1/2 years, I've travelled...what do you mean I don't sound or act "Black", I am going to have to write about that.... **By now, I am really in shock, the only thing I could do is repeat his dumb ass question**
HIM: See that's what I'm saying...you're going to "write about it?"
ME: So Black people don't write about what they go through on a daily basis? What? **I laugh from the ignorance**
We get in the truck and ride back to the living quaters, that conversation and question was followed by;
HIM: So what type of music do you listen to? **The Cd that was playing was some dirty south rapper, I just don't have an ear for that stuff anymore**
ME: I like Hip-Hop, Ol' skool stuff...some new skool too but, different things. **I went on to name a few of the folks in my Cd collection**
HIM: The who is this on the Cd right now?
ME: I dunno, some down south rapper, I can't really recall his name. I don't really listen to things like that...I just dont have a taste for it anymore.
HIM: See, that's what I'm talking about. You one of those Erykah Badu, have a brother tripping out and changing type sistahs...
ME: WHAT! First of all, Andre 3000 and Common were like that long before they met Erykah Badu, she just encouraged their freedom to be who they wanted to be and there is nothing wrong with that. People always try to give her a bad rap...I hate when people do that.
HIM: Whatever, she had them trippin'
I went on to win that argument, I used myself as an example...that's another blog. At any rate, I am convineced that I won that argument...the gull of some people huh.
Whatever, I'm still cool with me. That was the first person to ever say anything like that to me...I mean sure, people have called me weird, whatever. But to act a colour, I thought we were past that. All this time I thought the way people talked and acted and their accent was due to the region of the city, state, and world they brought up in...you know products of our environment. Guess some folks didn't get that memo.
Peace People, Take Care of Urself