I have been struggling lately to find the motivation to finish what I had started yet all I want to do right now is just to return home. But then I start to think, what is there left for me at home? Aside from family and friends, do I really want to build my life there?
It is such a struggle for me to finish my education. I can’t really say right now that I have this obligation to please my parents but I was given a choice and I really thought that this was what I wanted but I hate it. I feel like an illiterate one sitting here in front of my piles of books not being able to digest all this legal information. I’m struggling and I’m struggling bad.
Yet even this, I can’t afford to fuck up or else what else is there for me to do?
Friends and family that I met is constantly asking me when am I finishing with school and I hate having to answer them because as much as I don’t plan to fail, I would always want to prepare myself for the worst. I find it so difficult to motivate myself to want this for myself, yet I don’t even know what I really want.
I feel like getting away just for a bit. Just myself with no distractions. I really feel suffocated with these four walls…
Yesterday my mom posted a picture on Facebook of my 5 year old brother Sam wearing a pair of shoes he picked out for his first day of preschool.
She explained to him in the store that they were really made for girls. Sam then told her that he didn’t care and that “ninjas can wear pink shoes too.”
Sam went to preschool and got several compliments on his new shoes. Not one kid said anything negative toward him about it.
However, my mom received about 20 comments on the photo from various family members saying how “wrong” it is and how “things like this will affect him socially” and, put most eloquently by my great aunt, “that shit will turn him gay.”
My mom then deleted the photo and told Sam that he can wear whatever he wants to preschool, that it’s his decision. If he wants to wear pink shoes, he can wear pink shoes.
Sam then explained to her that he didn’t like them because they were pink, he liked them because they were “made out of zebras” and zebras are his favorite animal :)
What does it say about society when a group of adults could stand to take a lesson in humanity from a class of preschoolers?