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I wanna be like Nara Smith when I grow up
Sorry, this is going to be a little long ramble
This is the first time I am doing sometime like this, so here goes nothing...
There is something chilling about being a second-generation immigrant in a first-world country. Your life condition is at a level where there is more to be desired, but high enough compared to your peers back in your homeland that you can’t really complain.
Your life is basically better off than any of your relative because of your parents’ hard work and sacrifice, but your still have to build up a lot ahead of you for your children, ending with you doing most of the heavy lifting between the three first generation of this new family in a new land. Your parents are already halfway through their life and you are responsible for their peaceful and blissful retirement, but not your off springs to you.
This creates a dilemma where you feel like you can’t complain about your grievances without passing as privileged or spoiled to the diaspora that you belong to, but there is still a need to voice those concern or else they would never be solved because, to the eye of the public, the issues don’t exist or are insignificant, warranting no intervention.
You end up stuck in this feeling that you are not allowed to feel a certain range of emotions of discomfort because there are people who are suffering more than you and yes, they need the help of the world more than you. Their concerns take priority over yours, but the world has proven time and time again that it is not interested or is not in a rush at all to help out those who are in dire need, and if the world is taking its time fixing the really messed up thighs that lurk on our planet, it begs the question, when will they come around and address mines? Will they ever address my concerns?
To add salt to injury, people of your community say that you are lucky to live in such luxury, because to them, you are but in reality, you are far from it. That specifically, is what makes your position so awkward, you are not on the same level as the native of the land you now call home, even if that land in question was your birthplace, but you are from that land, so you are treated as such by people outside of your national boundaries.
It’s so frustrating because you want people to understand without coming across as condescending or entitled, but you also want to do so much more to help. It leads to an easy feeling of numbness and, honestly, that feeling is healthy for long periods of time.
My brain can’t sleepppop
You know when you’re boiling oil to deep fry something and it just keeps on bubbling cause that’s what oil does when it boils?
Yeah
The amount of noise in my brain is equivalent to that
Your soft boy Michael Shelley probably didn’t exist. Hear me out.
Looking at how Helen acted before The Distortion and after, her personality pretty much stayed the same. (from what we know about her before The Distortion)
And look at Michael. He probably wasn’t as sweet and nice as y’all want him to be.
I was thinking back to the Dotharl. And their stupid as fuck funerary rite! You don't treat corpse as sacred. That's fine, no problem. But letting wild predators eat them is a fucking bad idea! Eaten by rats, or birds, no problem, even if they develop a taste for au ra flesh, they can't really hunt down humans. But predators?!? The ones living in your immediate territory? No fucking wonder you have problem maintaining population when you literally feed predators to have a taste for au ra. Wonder how many au ra kid got eaten cause they are easy tasty prey. This is so stupid.