I am a Romanian and I am proud to say it!

I never was the nationalist type. I don't care about politics, world politics, races, ethnics matters.

I care for human beings. I care for personal development, spiritual path and so on. I care for nature, animals and people, all in one.

But in this case, I am a Romanian (and NO, Romania is not in Canada for some).

What makes me state this? Let me tell you.

On my path of glory to MySelf (I never stated that I am modest) I got involved in doing some customer service for an US Real Estate company.
This customer service is being done by Romanians, on the phone.

There are cute phone conversation, there are really difficult ones, but sometimes, once in a while, there are calls when the other person is offering jobs in PhoneSex to the ones answering, from Customer Service.

One girl, a Romanian, when being asked if she'd like to do Phone Sex she answered exactly this:

"No, thank you! I am a Romanian, I am too stupid to afford it!"

Wow I say.

Shall the one who made the offer understand that the girl would take his offer if she wasn't a Romanian? Or maybe that all Romanians are so stupid that they can't take a job like this? Or that the people who are doing Phone Sex are smarter than any other Romanian?

I like to think that she wanted to say a nice polite "No, Thank you!" but if she kept the conversation to only saying "No, Thank you" it would have been great!

I don't know what the other person replied when he heard the reason for not taking the offer but I know this:

Intelligence, Creativity, Personality, Culture is something strong related to what the person is and not with the country they are from, the color of their skin, the clothes they are wearing, the music they are listening.

I am a Romanian and I am proud to say that I am a normal human being like any other Asian, American, African human.

the Romanian side of MySelf,
the same MySecret

What is normal?!

I have been lately entering a world where common sense, taste, values and culture are so far from what I believe to be normal.

I've seen young women over undressing and young men thinking that a picture of them with money is very exciting and sex-appealing.

This is a short glimpse in their world of values and way of expressing:







These are home made pictures and these pictures are being made public by them on social Internet networking like hi5, meet people, my space whatever.

I found two websites that uses to mock and make fun of these people: htt://cocalari.com and http://pitzipoanca.org. (both are in Romanian language)

At first, I laughed too, but as I was going to all the posts and the pictures I felt sad that I don't recognize myself in that kind of expressions and that I was judging.

It's easy to judge, to put a label on everything. It's even easier to dislike, to disapprove, to make fun off something that you can't seem to incorporate into something of being "normal".

For those in the world I am talking about, they are normal and I, who doesn't share the same taste for pink, or making picture with money, I am the weird one.
For me, they are weird.

And now I ask: What is normal???

the not so exhibitionist Self,
that some may remember as MySecret