Iris.
Artificial strawberry candy.
"Beauty queen of only eighteen she had some trouble with herself."
Here lie the scattered thoughts, loose memories, and distant remains of a bygone me.
Iris.
Artificial strawberry candy.
"Beauty queen of only eighteen she had some trouble with herself."
Here lie the scattered thoughts, loose memories, and distant remains of a bygone me.
I don’t understand why people are so inconsiderate. I don’t understand why people mistake “different” for “inferior.” I don’t understand why people don’t want to acknowledge others as fellow human beings. I don’t understand why our Asian community makes us all elitist assholes who treat other people like shit. I don’t understand why we’re convinced that we are the best and brightest. I don’t understand how that misconception gives people the right to step on others. I don’t understand why we sneer, judge, and pick apart people just to make ourselves feel better. I don’t understand why our society is based on hate. I don’t understand why our culture is all about selfishness instead of selflessness, meaninglessness instead of meaning.
I’m reading Tuesdays with Morrie, and I can’t fathom how Morrie can hold such an optimistic view of humanity. I don’t understand how “love always wins” if society doesn’t promote that. I don’t understand society. I don’t understand love. I don’t understand life—the frailty of it, the pertinacity of it.
I don’t understand at all.
Twelve long years of school, and I know nothing of this world.