GloriousFight
I Hope My Death Makes More Cents Than My Life
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- Mar 13, 2021
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I grew up in the classic Asian immigrant family in America. My mother wanted me to be the smart, "good man" that grows up to be a loyal son and a reliable provider.
I was so scared throughout my life that I'd be outcast, because I knew I started life at least somewhat on the outs. I knew I just didn't belong with the other kids for some reason I couldn't describe. So I did as my parents suggested. I stayed quiet, I studied, I helped people where I could, I was hated by almost no one, and other kids' parents marveled at how obedient and calm I was
If only I realized that society would see me as a monster anyway just because of who my parents are and what their fucking produced. What was the use of any of that if ultimately they're just using me until they meet a more useful friend, probably a Chad who they'll gladly make excuses for when he does harmful things
I was so scared throughout my life that I'd be outcast, because I knew I started life at least somewhat on the outs. I knew I just didn't belong with the other kids for some reason I couldn't describe. So I did as my parents suggested. I stayed quiet, I studied, I helped people where I could, I was hated by almost no one, and other kids' parents marveled at how obedient and calm I was
If only I realized that society would see me as a monster anyway just because of who my parents are and what their fucking produced. What was the use of any of that if ultimately they're just using me until they meet a more useful friend, probably a Chad who they'll gladly make excuses for when he does harmful things