Stupid Culture

I remember sharing a film with a friend in high school. It was Contact. It was the first time I emphasised thinking and feeling instead of just seeing. After he watched it and we discussed it at school, my friend was awkward and then brash about it. So was I. But we still both knew.

I hate that we both came from a culture that discouraged us from communicating about this clearly, directly, honestly and without fear of segregation, even on an individual level. That’s fucking stupid.

Today I hate a lot of things. Hating the past is not particularly fruitful. Nevertheless, hate this part of it I do. Vehemently.