Tech Around Me

Ever since getting my first Mac, I’ve always felt a sense of “difference” between myself and everyone I’d talk to. Back then, people would gather on IRC channels with the only sign of relatability between me and them being that we had chosen an Apple computer over the various amounts of other. Occasionally, we’d all talk about the new iPhones that were announced, the new OS updates, how certain apps looked promising, even themeing our systems – it was all great. I even feel a sense of nostalgia simply sitting here typing about it and remembering the moments that seem so lost as everyone has moved on with their lives. However, there’s always been a feeling of separation – at least for me – that I regret for allowing myself to feel and “fall victim” to.

It’s nothing heinous or dastardly – it’s simply that my race failed to mean anything in these moments. Not that I was seen as “the black guy” or that I was treated any differently, but that things were inherently different, odd, or simply misunderstood whenever conversations outside of tech were to take place. Meaning, my blackness and the culture therein would be something that …