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You Don’t Know a Thing About Me

21
September

In a little over a week, I will be back in court. Even though I know that the city was lying in court back in July about the grass, I am still very, very nervous. Since, according to one of my cousins, Municipal Courts are basically set up to be revenue sources for the city, it is unlikely that I will be found not guilty. So, I will be told that I have to pay between $200 and $500, plus court costs, and I could go to jail for “not more than 30 days” for the violations.

I don’t have that money. I will not have that money anytime in the near future, but it will still be expected of me. And when I tell the judge that I’m on a fixed income, he’ll suggest two months. If I tell him that two months won’t do a damn bit of good (in a nicer tone, of course), he will say that that doesn’t really matter. I guess once you’ve been a lawyer long enough to be a judge that you don’t really understand the idea of having less than $500 a month in income coming in.

And while I’m dealing with all of this court crap, I’m also dealing with all the stupid family drama. My mom and I got into a really big argument the other night. She threatened to call DHR on me, which I told her that she could go ahead and do. She started saying how they would move her out and suggesting I would go to jail.

I love how my mom’s memory is so great that she remembers that DHR said that she could be moved out of the house if conditions weren’t good enough for her care, but she didn’t remember that the social worker told her in the same breath that I could also be removed from this house if conditions were not good enough for my care. Of course, my mom’s always been good with the revisionist memory when it could suit her.

My mom and I got into the massive argument, which had basically been brewing for weeks now, because she wanted me to take garbage out. She was demanding that it out right that moment. It was about one o’clock in the morning. I don’t live in a really bad part of town, but I didn’t want to go outside by myself in the middle of the night. I told her that I would do it later, which wasn’t good enough for her. So, I took it out. She and started bitching back and forth at one another, which led to me telling her that I some point she needs to learn to get up off her couch and start getting her water and her food for herself from time to time. This fight occurred after two straight nights of being awakened twice to bring her water and food and being ordered to get my father up because she couldn’t walk five more feet from the bathroom to the door to the bedroom. (She can walk to the bathroom most of the time, and that day was no exception to that ability.)

During the fight, she went from claiming that she had fallen the night before to basically admitting that she’d just stumbled. (Bouts of stumbling are regularly classified as falls from her.) I tried to get her to understand that she isn’t the only person prone to falling, and that when I fall, I generally hit the ground. She was then trying to explain how she just can’t walk and she just can’t go back to physical therapy and she just can’t get the doctors to understand that she has problems with things like her memory or her ability to get around. I have a feeling that if they aren’t understanding that she “can’t” do these things or that she’s having trouble with things that it is probably because she is not telling them things properly. She is probably telling them something that she thinks that they expect her to say. She does this on the phone with people and I’ve seen her sit back and let doctors think that nothing is wrong with her. Regardless of what she says, I think she does enjoy having things done for her. And I don’t mind doing things for her if she absolutely cannot do them, but I have a feeling that she can do more than she lets on. I also have a feeling that she doesn’t completely grasp just how difficult she has been, as of late.

I know that she thinks that I whine too much or that I’m lazy. I know that both of my parents think that. I know that friends that I know both online and offline think that, too. And I guess that maybe I am lazy. Maybe two years of being on what seems like an endless shift of care-taking (i.e. fetching things for my mom, sleeping in the living room so that if she needs me I will hear her, sacrificing sleep so that I can make sure that I do actually hear her if she needs me, standing around fixing food and water in the way that she likes, hearing how I’m doing something wrong, hearing how I don’t get things to her quickly enough, and taking care of almost anything she asks me to do, and some things that she doesn’t) has worn me out. Half the time, I feel so damn exhausted that I think that if I died it might actually be a good thing. I have given up on ever having a life. I have done a lot of that for my mom. I could still be hanging out with my church “friends” and doing things that they liked doing (not that I really enjoyed them that much) but every time I try to get away, it seems like I get to go through a guilt trip. Hell, I get guilt trips even when I’m here all the time. I am tired. I am really tired. And I was so tired the other night that I told my mother, among other things, that maybe she should move in with my aunt–her sister, aka the one who won’t talk to me. (This is also the aunt that my mother has recently begun waxing poetically about how perfect she is and how wonderful she is, even though the total contact that her sister has truly initiated in the last 2 years was a Get Well Soon card.)

I guess I have to accept that this is my life. Misery is apparently my destiny, so I guess I should just get accustomed to it. And in case you’re wondering what the fight with mom and the court stuff have to do with one another: I am often reminded that this house, though it is in my name legally and though I can be fined and imprisoned for things related to it, doesn’t belong to me. I am a guest here. And sometimes I really feel like I am definitely unwanted.

I could probably bring it up in therapy, and the therapist would probably suggest I move into low-income housing. This would lead to another fight, my self-esteem tumbling even more, and absolutely no good coming out of it. I can’t go back to school. Even if I could focus, there is no way that I could ever pay for it. So, I’ve got to figure out how to get out of this damn house and out of all of this unhealthy shit before I go off the deep end.

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If It Were You, Even If It Never Will Be Or Already Was

5
July

I have a tendency to have a differing opinion than people.  This is pretty much the norm for me.  Part of the time, I think it may have to do with an inner desire to not be like everyone else.  Other times, I think it is because I literally think differently than others.  My brain has a way of interpreting things that is probably different than others, whether it is from mental illness, from abuse and bullying, from the way I was raised, or from something differently.

When it comes to the criminal justice system, I tend to get asked about what I would do if it was a family member or friend of mine that got killed or had any sort of violence committed against them?  How would I feel?  Maybe I would say someone was guilty, regardless of evidence.  Maybe I would want someone to be executed, regardless of crime.  I get that some people see the world as being a place where if it happens to you, then you will want some sort of vengeance.  Maybe I would, but I don’t think so.

When I was 14, I had a friend who was almost killed by her oldest brother.  He also injured 2 of her 3 siblings and killed their mother and father.  He almost attacked another one of my friends that day.  I had been at the house the day before.  I had seen her mother.  I had heard her voice.  For me, that was very difficult to deal with.

When I was 15, a guy from my grade and his sister who was a year younger than me went missing.  I think that the father was either missing or his body was found in his home.  I do know that the kids were found a while later in the woods nearby.  They had been killed by their father.  Though these deaths were tragic, I never really felt sorry for either child.  I know that sounds awful, but they were always so mean and hateful, that empathy was something I couldn’t imagine having towards them.

Long before I was born, my mom’s mom’s mom’s sister was killed by her ex-husband.  This death led to most of her kids going to one relative.  One of her older kids was not sent to that relative because they didn’t like her.  No one really thought they could handle her, except Mama and Papa, my great-grandparents.  They raised her, and though she wasn’t legally their child, I think of her as a great-aunt and Nana always calls her her sister.  But the grief over the murder of a relative that I have never known is something that has always been a part of my family’s interaction.  My mom tries to keep it light-hearted by telling me that my great-grandmother wanted to light the murderer’s grave on fire.  I know that the way that the members who were alive back when it happened, during my mother’s childhood, carry the angst with them.  In a family that never forgets and rarely forgives, this kind of thing can’t help but cloud your life.

In April 0f 2008, I had a friend that got killed in an accidental shooting.  He was headed home late at night and lived in an apartment complex.  The apartments all looked the same and he was apparently a little out of it.  He didn’t understand why his key wasn’t working on the front door, so he headed through the sliding glass door.  It was the wrong apartment, though.  The person who lived there shot him.  The shot was fatal.  He went from being a law student to being a statistic.  Many of my high school friends still have pictures of him as their profile picture on Facebook, even with it being something that happened over 3 years ago.

The next April, a guy who was in my stake’s YSA died in a horrible car accident. It was a supposedly a DUI. The car that hit his car was driven by an illegal immigrant.  The death of this guy that I knew and his girlfriend has been used by people who didn’t know them as a rallying cry to get rid of illegal immigrants.  It was even cited at one point by Mo Brooks, who was recently in the news for saying he’d do anything short of shooting immigrants to get rid of them, as a reason why we should get rid of immigrants.  He ended up being elected to Congress and part of his election was based on his rhetoric about this death.

Though I hadn’t been to the school in almost a year, I was technically still listed as a student when the UAH shooting by Amy Bishop took place in February of 2010.  I would have just had to reapplied (as a technicality) and signed up for classes to be considered a current student.  Even though I wasn’t going that semester, I had friends that were still students there.  I had friends who were in that general area earlier in the day on the day of the shooting.

Because of these deaths and others, I can fairly easily answer the questions of if I would feel differently if someone was killed in a certain way.  If I’m asked how I would feel about the death penalty if it were someone that I knew, then I can easily say how I would feel because I’ve been thinking about this kind of thing for a long time.  If I were asked how I would feel if someone I knew was harmed by an immigrant, I can say with a clear conscious how I would feel.  If I am told that people are never accidentally shot by someone in legal possession of a gun, I can tell them that that is bullshit.  If I’m asked about how I’d feel if someone I knew were harmed in a shooting at school or work, then I can think back to the fear and sadness of the shooting at UAH.

Between growing up in a liberal/politically-oriented family, losing these people, and studying social policy in and for school, I haven’t come to my opinions about things just by chance.  I’ve had to live some of it.  Other parts I’ve had to look up.  I can tell people that I never express an opinion that I haven’t tried to learn as much as I can about.  My parents always encouraged me to learn.  They always encouraged me to feel.  They also taught me that I had to think for myself.  I didn’t have to agree with anyone as long as I held an opinion that I understood completely.  I know that people think I am uninformed.  I know some think that I’m un-American or a bigot.  Hell, yesterday I got the following response to something I had said on immigration:

Mexico just DEPORTED over 2,000 ILLEGALS from their country, in the past month. Why is it, you do not want to give Americans the same Equal right? I will tell you why. You are an Anti-American bigot, wanting to deny the American people, the same EQUAL RIGHTS as the rest of the world. The right to a sovereign nation.

Just as I think of people who disagree with me as being unaware of all facts on issues, I get the same comments thrown at me by people with differing opinions.  And I have been called a bigot and a racist many times before, which is odd to me.  I’m not a racist.  If anything, I’m more on the egalitarian way of thinking.  (I’ve apparently been anti-bigotry/anti-racism and pro-equality since my mom and I passed a cross being burnt somewhere nearby when I was a toddler.  She said I asked what it was and she told me that it was some very bad people doing something very wrong.  Later in my childhood, when it happened and made the news, I found out what it meant.)  I know that it is easy to call someone a bigot or anti-whatever, though.  It’s easy to assume that no one knows what they’re talking about, and maybe I don’t know the same things that others know.  That doesn’t mean that my knowledge/experience is anything less important, though.

Anyway, I don’t know if this post makes any sense at all.  And now I’m annoyed ’cause I read about the David Duke potential campaign for President in 2012, which I think is one of the worst pieces of news I’ve heard in a while.

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Start a Revolution

9
December

Today, I have to go see my gynecological for the follow-up of the D&C/hysteroscopy. I will also get to go over whether or not I want to continue having periods, aka do I want (at the age of 26) to have a hysterectomy? The gynecologist kind of suggested to my parents that I really needed to think about that, and I have been trying my hardest not to. I don’t want to have it at the same age as my great-grandmother. I don’t really want to even have it as early as my mom (age 41), but I would rather that than earlier.

So, I’ve seen that there are demonstrations in Britain over tuition fees. (I know that there are ties into the health/education system that some are demonstrating about.) I read that the maximum would be £9,000, or about $14,000. Now, if I were to go back to UAH at full-time status, the tuition cost for me (as a resident) would be about $4,000 per semester or around $8,000 per year. Instead of being in the 3 year system that would accrue £27,000, or around $42.5k, a new student here would face 4 to 5 years which would be up to around $40,000. Of course, if someone from out-of-state tried to go to UAH, they would face $10,000 per semester or $20,000 a year, and almost $100,000 in tuition over their undergraduate program. The UAH costs are prior to the addition of fees/expenses that are subject to change without the student knowing. At Alabama A&M, a resident would pay $6,140-$7,040 per semester if they were staying in a dorm or $3,509 if they were staying outside of one. A non-resident (out-of-state) could anticipate paying up to $10,000 per semester to study.

I just find it weird to think that people are that upset about their fees when they’re actually quite similar to what people here pay for a public higher education. I understand that fees are higher than what you’re used to, but just think, there are kids over here who have very little and they still have to pay these rates, though some of our schools are definitely not anywhere near as high quality as the ones in the British system.

Now, as for some of the proposed cuts that folks might be facing, that I can understand. Maybe it has to do with a difference in the places we’re from?

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The Good, The Bad, and The Ridiculously Stupid

5
August

So, yay about the Prop 8 ruling. I have to say that first. I guess that would be the good news. Oh, and when I was watching Rick Sanchez on 8/4, he said that Amy Bishop taught at the University of Alabama. I sent in a message that she worked at the University of Alabama in Huntsville, not the University of Alabama (which is Tuscaloosa). A few seconds later (during the commercial break), I saw that my Twitter had updated. I looked and there was this:

@JanersM u are right! and i was recently there. i’ll tell my writing staff u got them

I have to admit that that was kind of cool. I’ve gotten responses on twitter from other famous folks before, but this was cool since I got it during the commercial break of that show. Okay, so it caused my geeky-ness to get a bit squeal-y.

The bad news is only semi-bad. I have an appointment for the neurosurgeon now, which is not that bad of a thing. The bad part is that I don’t know what the films results were. The other bad part is that I have to go get the films, which I hate having to do. I always forget to do it.

The ridiculously stupid thing has to do with my comment on MSNBC’s Facebook thing about buying credits for games at brick and mortar stores. I said:

No. I find it ridiculous to spend money for virtual goodies on games anyway, but buying credits at a store is just ridiculous.

I didn’t mean to use the word ridiculous twice. :/ I think I was kind of distracted. Anyway, it got like 5 likes within a couple of minutes. I don’t know if the likes were for me thinking that the practice of buying game credits for Facebook games is stupid, or if it’s for the dumb way that I portrayed my opinion. Maybe I’m just too critical of myself. But hey, that goes to show that I’m not just snide about other people making grammatical errors. If I notice my own stupid mistakes, then I can get pissy at myself.

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Exaggeration is to paint a snake and add legs

1
March

Those people aren’t your friends. Just let it go. They don’t respond because they don’t care, simple as that. People do things they want to do and make excuses for things they don’t want to do. Move on and if you can, put yourself out there to make new friends. Stop whining around being upset that people you’d like to be your friends don’t actually give a shit about you. You complain about them all the time, it’s like you’re misunderstanding what’s even going on there.

That was the question that was left in my tumblr questions message box today. It was anonymous, of course. Things like that usually are, right?

So, it made me wonder, how often do I whine about them? I looked up on fps the number of times I’ve tagged an entry with friends or family, and the most recent (other than the one a few hours ago) was the one 8 days ago. It mentioned that my friends had wished me a happy birthday. The ranting I did in that post was about a first cousin of mine. I guess if he doesn’t give a shit about me, I should find another cousin.

Prior to that, it was January…and again, it wasn’t a rant. I know I have whined and ranted about them in the past, and it is usually the same thing, but all the time? Hardly.

I know I mused about people from online blocking me on Twitter, but it wasn’t a whining thing, and it didn’t involve the friends I was talking about the other day. Just people that I’ve talked to from a particular site, and thought that I hadn’t pissed off. I wasn’t whining about that situation, though. I was saying how it was odd that people who I thought I hadn’t annoyed had me blocked, but Scott Baio had unblocked me on Twitter, even though I’d openly disagreed with him and he’d blocked me for it. And generally speaking, I don’t really follow people on Twitter from my real life. I have a few real world friends that I follow on there Jordan (@yorudan), from YSA, Chris (@chrisdepew), from high school, and Amberley (@AmboG), who was in my Honors class last year at UAH. Some of my real life friends (including the ones I ranted about) have twitter accounts, but given my tendency to go into liberal tirades and my past history of ranting about church policies on twitter, then I don’t follow them. If I were to find out that some of them were following me, I would probably block them…not because of shame or anger, but because I don’t want to have a big public squabble with them on Twitter.

Of course, my feeling is that if you feel that I’m THAT annoying, don’t follow me. If I bug you so much that you feel compelled to anonymously tell me how annoying I am, then don’t follow me. If you’re following people that bug you all the time, then it sounds like maybe you’re the one with issues and you need to put yourself out there and find some friends. There is a reason that you can unfollow people OR not follow them to begin with, and that is called “personal preference”. If Joe Blow bothers you, don’t follow him. If Suzie Sweetheart bothers you, don’t follow him.

I do not take kindly to people telling me how to use my blog. I understand that my fps blog feeds OTHER sites, but it says on everything that posts from fuzzypinkslippers that it comes from the site. If you look at the tags on Tumblr or at the mirrored from on LJ, then you see that it says it comes from my domain and my server. Since it comes from said places, and since I pay for said services, then hearing from people, who were so proud of themselves that they left anonymous comments, that I should shut up.

So, there is a “policy” change now with the tumblr questions that you want to ask me. They will no longer be anonymous. If you want to talk shit to me, then say it with your name attached. The people who I might annoy most in the world with my rantings about real world issues would. I know that Kate, Leslie, Jonna, Jenn, Gill, and Damita would definitely say, “Janet, shut up already!” Most people that I talk to regularly will tell me when I’m being whiny, stupid, etc. Hell, I know of people who don’t like me who would tell me that I’m being whiny or stupid.

Also, I want to know who would ask me things like if I was going to go into assisted living when my parents die or if I could physically care for myself, especially given that I have made it perfectly clear that in my house, I am the one who usually cares for the other members of the house. (If you think that a disabled person is unable to do anything for yourself, then you don’t understand how things work. Disability means that I can’t hold down a full-time or a part-time job. It doesn’t mean that I am unable to cook for myself or take a shower or change clothes or anything like that.)

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The More That Is Said

15
February

Today (Sunday) it was revealed that Amy Bishop was a suspect in an attempted bombing. This was after yesterday’s statement that she killed her younger brother in 1986. People are still trying to say that this was a woman who plotted this whole thing out with malice of intent. I really am starting to doubt whether that’s even possible, given the reported reasoning behind the prior two events, and the reported reason for this particular event.

I honestly think that she has Borderline Personality Disorder and some sort of psychotic or depersonalization disorder. I know, I’m not allowed to actually diagnose her, since I never received a degree in a social work or psychology field. However, I did do training in social work, and had I not been kept from graduating, I might have a licensed Master’s degree in Social Work, with the ability to tell you what the crap was really wrong with this woman.

So, why do I think that she’s a Borderline? I’ve italicized the things that I think she’s exhibited.

From Google Health:

Borderline personality disorder is a condition in which a person makes impulsive actions, and has an unstable mood and chaotic relationships.

From the National Institute of Mental Health:

While a person with depression or bipolar disorder typically endures the same mood for weeks, a person with BPD may experience intense bouts of anger, depression, and anxiety that may last only hours, or at most a day. These may be associated with episodes of impulsive aggression, self-injury, and drug or alcohol abuse. Distortions in cognition and sense of self can lead to frequent changes in long-term goals, career plans, jobs, friendships, gender identity, and values. Sometimes people with BPD view themselves as fundamentally bad, or unworthy. They may feel unfairly misunderstood or mistreated, bored, empty, and have little idea who they are. Such symptoms are most acute when people with BPD feel isolated and lacking in social support, and may result in frantic efforts to avoid being alone.

People with BPD often have highly unstable patterns of social relationships. While they can develop intense but stormy attachments, their attitudes towards family, friends, and loved ones may suddenly shift from idealization (great admiration and love) to devaluation (intense anger and dislike). Thus, they may form an immediate attachment and idealize the other person, but when a slight separation or conflict occurs, they switch unexpectedly to the other extreme and angrily accuse the other person of not caring for them at all. Even with family members, individuals with BPD are highly sensitive to rejection, reacting with anger and distress to such mild separations as a vacation, a business trip, or a sudden change in plans. These fears of abandonment seem to be related to difficulties feeling emotionally connected to important persons when they are physically absent, leaving the individual with BPD feeling lost and perhaps worthless. Suicide threats and attempts may occur along with anger at perceived abandonment and disappointments.

People with BPD exhibit other impulsive behaviors, such as excessive spending, binge eating and risky sex. BPD often occurs together with other psychiatric problems, particularly bipolar disorder, depression, anxiety disorders, substance abuse, and other personality disorders.

Two psychoanalysts, Gunderson and Kolb, have said the following should be considered:

  1. Affect: chronic/major depression, helplessness, worthlessness, guilt, anger, anxiety, loneliness, boredom, emptiness
  2. Cognition: odd thinking, unusual perceptions, nondelusional paranoia, quasipsychosis
  3. Impulse action patterns: substance abuse/dependence, sexual deviance, manipulative suicide gestures, other impulsive behaviors
  4. Interpersonal relationships: intolerance of aloneness, abadonment, engulfment, annihilation fears, counterdependencey, stormy relationships, manipulativeness, deprendency, devaluation, masochism/sadism, demandingness, entitlement

The DIB-R is the most influential and best-known “test” for diagnosing BPD. Use of it has led researchers to identify four behavior patterns they consider peculiar to BPD: abandonment, engulfment, annihilation fears; demandingness and entitlement; treatment regressions; and ability to arouse inappropriately close or hostile treatment relationships.

Borderlines, according to Marsha Linehand, “are like people with third degree burns over 90% of their bodies. Lacking emotional skin, they feel agony at the slightest touch or movement.”

When she appeared on camera saying that the shootings didn’t happen and her colleagues weren;’t dead, this screams of dissociation. She may not remember what happened.

Many of her students had described her as witty, which is a common attribute of BPD.

As for the psychosis that I think she may have, it just seems that there is an underlying part of her personality. People have said she was disorganized, which is common with BPD, but the extent to which she was disorganized seems to indicate a psychotic disorder.

Of course, keep in mind that I am not a professional. My only experience is my 3 years in a Social Work program, which included looking into the DSM and at the reasons for Human Behavior, as well as my own personal experiences being crazy and growing up around a bunch of “nuts”, who have problems with psychotic behavior, BPD, anti-social personalities (sociopaths), explosive anger, PTSD, anxiety, etc. I am fairly certain that she is not a sociopath. Strangely, sociopaths are pretty obvious when I see them, and she doesn’t seem to be that type of person. She seems to be more of the “I’m hurting” type, which would indicate more of a Borderline issue.

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I’m With Stupid

14
February

Apparently, according to a blogger on the SFGate.com website, the UAH campus is made up of a bunch of people who hate smart people. Yes, the public university that is the hardest to get into of any public university in the state is the hotbed of anti-intellectual sentiment. I guess it’s because it is a university in such an idiotic town as Huntsville. I mean, we’ve only worked on things like rockets (as in designing them) and genetics (as in mapping and such).

From Zennie62 on City Brights on SFGate.com:

Dr. Bishop may have experienced a kind of anti-intellectual prejudice from the University of Alabama-Huntsville culture that could have just driven Bishop batty. A “You think you’re better than us because you’re from Harvard” attitude that may very well have blocked her from fair consideration by her peers….If this happened at U.C. Berkeley (God forbid), no media outlet would mention that Bishop was “Harvard-trained”, yet a ton of Berkeley faculty and instructors are. Something’s wrong here.

My response (also here):

The anti-intellectual culture of UAH? You mean, the rocket scientists who work for NASA and multitudes of other major engineering corporations are anti-intellectual? Do you even know anything about the University that you’re talking about? I guess that a university that has programs in astrophysics is just for all them dumb southerners, right?

I think part of the reason the Harvard-educated thing is a big deal is that it shows that this kind of thing can happen with anyone from anywhere. Most people would not expect this of someone who is 1.) a woman and 2.) from Harvard. It’s just not something to be expected. (Of course, there have been murderers who’ve gone to Harvard, i.e. Ted Kaczynski, who ironically also worked for Berkeley, and both of those facts get repeated by news outlets that are in both the dumb and intelligent areas of the country.)

I understand that this is an editorial blog, where you get to spout off your opinion, but since this is also part of a well-respected news organization, then you might want to get your facts straight before you infer that a professor at some dumb hick university in some dumb hick town was judged because of her great education at Harvard.

I hate when people look at people from the South as all being stupid. That’s just not fair. I understand that there are idiots down here, but I would argue that anywhere that you have more than 1 person (and, in some cases, just one person), you would find someone that someone else would consider an idiot.

I have grown up with my family encouraging me to speak my mind, be myself, talk about my issues and stuff, but I’ve also been taught that I should hide my accent. I still have one, but it isn’t as “bad” as it could be, and that is mainly because I know that if I were to talk like a southerner, I would automatically get classified as some hick who doesn’t know anything about the world.

Oh, I swear that eventually I will not talk about this as much.

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