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I wonder if you thought about us today. Do you consider us your children? When people wish you Happy Father’s Day, do you think about the three of us? Or do you consider him your only son? How about my brother?
Because I thought about you today. I refer to you as my father. When someone ask me where you are, I tell them somewhere in Thailand. When I have to fill out an application at school, I put your name down as my father. I consider you my father. Even though you are not a dad.
I like to think you don’t owe us anything. Not a single word or a glance. After all, I don’t think one should act a certain way just because the society expects them to. Not everyone is cut out to be a “dad”.
But it still makes me sad sometimes. Especially on Father’s Day. When people asks me how I’m celebrating it, and I have to tell them briefly about us. They always want to know more. And they have their two cents. And sometimes, it makes me sad.
I don’t need you in my life. I barely even got to know you. But I read your newspaper sometimes and hear about you from the grapevine. And there are days when I don’t even think about you at all. I don’t need you in my life. I don’t need anything from you.
I don’t expect you to care. But I hope you thought about us today.
This may just be part of procrastination but here are some thoughts
Having come from two preceding generations of divorces and being raised by women and now with a ring on my finger, I have thoughts
I can’t help but think how their lives would be different if they weren’t taken advantage of by the men’s or by the society’s agendas
No two marriages are the same of course, theirs are examples of that. but there are similar consequences
I have next to me an amazing man who would be a great father one day but yet here I am
I don’t know if I am strong enough or mature enough to bring in children to this world
Heck I’m not sure if my constant debate stems from having seen too many failed relationships or my anger towards how men and society (all of us) have shaped the status quo
why do I have ~trust issues~?
why go to a therapist if I know I will have a part of me that won’t trust them?
ok this is all over the place
Bitter Better Bitter Better Butter
I’m on a rooftop of an Airbnb in Lisbon as I’m writing this. I have my laptop with me so why not.
There’s so much I want to say but I’m not sure if I want to remember them at all. Maybe the best way to deal with things as we grow older, and maybe a little wiser, is by forgetting it all. Drain it out. Enjoy the pulps.
Forgive others and forgive yourself.
Afterall, it really is mind over matter. No need to let these stories limit and define the next ones.
Bitter better bitter better butter butter butter.
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we are all toxic victims
I’ve been a fan of Taylor Swift for a decade now; her music, her talent, her charisma, her courage, her persona.
Like many fans, I would speculate and defend the lives of artists as if I know them when I don’t even know myself. I never understood why anyone would even despise her. I always felt validated when she would defend herself against all the haters.
My thoughts aren’t fully formed yet but the point I’m trying to drive home is that we are all toxic victims. I now see how she probably has also hurt others the way she claims others have hurt her. I now find myself shaking my head at some of the lyrics even though I still enjoy them. Through her talent and craft, she tends to have the loudest and the last word though she’s also on the receiving end of many. We all do that. It makes us human. Toxic victims.
If the shoe fits, think about it.
As a Southeast Asian immigrant in the U.S, I grew up celebrating the “American” culture. I grew up loving and gushing about rom-com movies where my race was never represented as the main character, if even included at all. I would argue about which movie is better, how it should have ended or which character is better with my friends but we never talked about race. I saw nothing wrong with it.
I grew up jamming out and relating deeply to music about love, happiness, heartbreaks, abuse and anger written by artists who didn’t look like me. Billboard charts and music award shows never represented my race. I would have conversations with my friends about which artist is better, who they are probably dating and which song on the album is superior but never talked about race. I saw nothing wrong with it.
In college, I studied fashion where Eurocentric features and mannerism are celebrated disproportionately more than others. I bought a book that offered advice on how to act and dress effortlessly classy like a “French” girl. I would join my classmates in criticizing the industry on the low wage and environmentally harmful practices but rarely touched on the topic of race. I was starting to see something is wrong but was still not understanding the depth and didn’t want to isolate myself from the majority circle that I was starting to be a part of. I didn’t want to make them feel uncomfortable - it’s not their fault.
After college, I worked in the industry where I didn’t see a seat at the table for people from my race. I joined my colleagues in complaining about work drama, long-hours and processes that could be improved but rarely touched on the topic of race. I was seeing more that something is wrong but I wanted to pick my battles. After-all, I was treated kindly, I was accepted and I liked their company. Why make a fuss about more representation and potentially ruin my career trajectory and relationships?
Fast forward to 2020, I lost my job and found myself with time on my hand and real problems to face in isolation. The BLM movement’s momentum made me reflect on my behaviors and others. I start to see the necessity to normalize these conversations, and want to start talking about it my friends.
Except they don’t.
All these years, I absorbed myself in the mainstream conversations. Why now, that racial inequality is finally the “mainstream topic”, are we avoiding talking it? Why are we quick to shut it down and make it anything but?
I spent years excusing, supporting and wanting to be accepted by the culture that is now divided on their public involvement in lifting up the minorities that they call citizens, friends and family. Hiding behind excuses of not wanting to be performative and not wanting to discuss politics. No, just donating in silence is not enough. No, saying that you are learning in silence is not enough. They are not enough when you deny an invitation to have a conversation with someone whose voice has been oppressed, and think that’s okay. They are not enough when you explicitly tell a friend that conversations that are important to them, which have been conveniently tucked away all your life, are not welcomed in your safe space.
This is also when I realized how I have been in their shoes when I was the majority in my home country. Though I never denied a conversation, I was quick to defend and play the devil's advocate when people brought up the Rohingya crisis. I never dug deep to understand it - citing that media and records in the country cannot be fully trusted. I was letting myself off easy, and was annoyed when that’s all people wanted to talk about when discussing Myanmar. I criticized journalism and media for jumping on the bandwagon for views and clicks without doing further research.
Both experiences, of being the majority and the minority, have taught me a great deal. One; if you are the majority and benefit from the oppression of the minorities, you have more responsibility than others to speak up. Your voice is louder and can reach inner bubbles that will take much more, if even possible at all, for the minorities to ever reach. Two; we are taught to avoid conflict but we must recognize when something is worth being “inconvenient” for. Three; recognize that exceptions are not the rule. Don’t excuse the existence of large scale injustice and the status quo rooted in the society with examples of positive progress. Four; practice listening and understanding. It doesn’t mean that you should allow poor behaviors of others to continue and allow yourself to be silenced. What it means is try to understand why they may be acting the way they do, and reflect why you are the way you are. With clarity and self-awareness, you will have better, more productive conversations. Engaging in a conversation doesn’t mean only waiting to share your opinion. Five; recognize that the world is complex and it is impossible to know it all. It’s easy to be overwhelmed by the injustices and the connectivity in today’s society. You may think you have an informed opinion but if someone challenges you with a follow-up, thought-provoking question, don’t take it too personally and don’t shut yourself down. Dig deeper and allow yourself to change your mind and expand your knowledge. To be able to face these, you need to build your stamina. Know that it will take time but start today.
Mid-Twenties
As a woman in her-mid twenties now, it sometimes feels like my options are decreasing and my risks increasing. Each decision weighs heavy.
From something as shallow as a skin routine to something as deep as betting on your partner for life, there seems to be a creeping urgency to make the right choice. There seems to be a need to calm down and to tame my mood.
Recently, I’ve been set free in terms of career ambitions from being unemployed. Of course I can only say this because I’m still blessed to have good health and a roof over my head. It feels perverse but I feel like I’ve been set free from expectations. As in, now I’m at square one and everyone knows. I don’t need to keep up anymore. It feels good not to have to keep up.
I don’t know what I need to do though.
Right now, what feels right is learning to understand myself. Doing things I enjoy and believe in. Letting loose of friendships that are conditional and restricting. Loving and hanging on to those who make me feel at home. Dancing on my feet, singing out loud under the sky, smiling with my teeth, laughing until I cry. Writing my feelings, expressing my thoughts. Taking time for grieving, questioning things I have been taught.
Typed this up for anyone that might need it. Taylor’s AYHTDWS speech. :) This song + speech means everything to me
Liz it was so sweet of you to make this 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
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