Yesterday, for the first time in 25
years, I was judged for who I am not. I was forced to be apologetic
for who I am. I was expected to hang my head in shame for doing
something that kept my conscience in the clear. I was hated for
standing my ground. I was not loved any more for actually making
something of myself instead of sitting inside kitchens. And I resent
it. I completely resent it. If this is what it takes to 'settle down'
and actually 'start living', then maybe it is not worth it. Do I
really need a 'social event' to validate my success or show to the
world how happy I am? I don't.
