Synchronicities

Sometimes the mind is a beautiful thing, and allows you to think like, what if I was the exact same person in every single way BUT I was a chinese. Isn't that fun? Same old guy, walking around, going to work, meal prepping my fucking tilapia bullshut, but then I look in the mirror and I'm a perfect chinese version of who I was when I was Mr. Whiteguy. Hey, how about instead of saying "no more Mr. Nice Guy" you say "no more Mr. White Guy"? Same context for why you'd say it, but you've been pushed too far by someone that it causes you to replace your skin tone. Is that good? Do you like that? Maybe it's time to go to therapy.