I’m so tired, I am so so so tired.
I’ve literally had the longest weak of my life, school has been killing me (to give you a clue, my program came with a suicide warning label). I finally come home my parents are happy my brother is at his friends house, everyone is content. My dad is flying to San Diego tomorrow so I won’t see him for eight days, hopefully we will get to spend some time together.
So I turn on the news because I wanted to see what was happening in Paris because we read one vague headline in class that the borders of France had been closed. Two minutes in my mom starts complaining about muslims, a minute later my dad does too. They always make fun that I will not tolerate islamphobia, we continue watching and as always I try my best to agree with my mom on certain points (both is islamaphobic and is against it: aka will never admit she is part of the problem.
I’m taking a fairly interesting colonialism class, something that I am enjoying because it talks about the fabrication of the western ideal of orientalism, the destitute infrastructure of south america, the brutal traditions set down by slavery in Africa.
I kind of off hand say: you know what, it’s kind of because of colonialism...
My mom roles her eyes and scoffs at me and begins on a rant about how wrong I am.
Alexander the Great conquered, this has been going on forever, this is no different.
First: bullshit, Second: you can’t tell me what is right when you have literally no knowledge of that and can’t even show compassionate tolerance to a trans identity. Thirdly: The entire modern world has been a consequence of the modern
I try to tell her that my teacher is a harvard graduate and that there is an entire profession around this. She then thinks I’m attacking her so proceeds to mock me and tell me “so you took one class doesn’t mean I’m wrong.” Yes it does.
So then we start yelling over each other obviously, she thinks I’m attacking her and starts pointing everything at me, I just give up and say: Fine I’m stupid and know nothing happy?”
Contines to press her opinion and tries to tell me that we are having the same issue with not being taken seriously when its much much much larger than that. So I leave, I cried for a good ten minutes now I’m screaming into the void: Happy Friday to me.