I am a white man in a black family. I have a personality that can vary from day to day. From moment to moment, but not in an unpredictable way. Not requiring people to tread carefully as if they are walking on eggshells. My wife would not walk carefully on those eggshells. She would smash them with her hobnail boots.

Sometimes you could describe me as grey, a battleship grey. At othertimes you could describe me as brown, a light golden brown.

You see at times I wish to be left alone, to get on with my own solo pursuits. Which makes me miserable to those around me. I am miserable because I want no one around me. I can be argumentative, like a battleship defend teritorial waters. Yet I know if I was truely on my own, I would be miserable.

At other times I can be chatty, and kind and considerate of others. At these times, I may taste a sweetness within my body. For I am being all sweetness. Sweet and brown as the goldern sugar, that is the standard in Jamaica. I enjoy the company of others, being involved in their lives.

After a while I tire of it, then I will tire of being alone. Never satisfied is that David.