Lately I’ve been going through a sort of bad time. I was having bad days more often than I should, and a couple of times I stayed up at night crying while angrily scrawling in my “feels” journal, writing 5-6 pages within 90 minutes. With all this free time on my hands, my mind went into overdrive recounting certain upsetting incidents I experienced during junior year. A certain one kept coming back again and again more than the rest, and I just chastise myself over and over for never standing up to this girl who hated for a nationality-based reason. I hadn’t wronged her in any way, so why was I getting shit over a war my family never participated in half a decade before I was born?
Oddly enough this morning–several mornings after I’d stopped thinking about this girl–I came across an epiphany while washing my face. I was thinking about how being politically correct is so incredibly important nowadays. The majority has to work super hard not to accidentally insult the minority. And that was it. Why should the majority work hard not to insult the minority? Why should someone’s opinion be censored just so as not to upset someone else? Why should I care what this girl was forced to believe? Why should she not express herself just because I’m there? What she says to others shouldn’t upset me.
In a perfect world, everybody would be polite in public to one another. But in a perfect world, there wouldn’t be racial issues. Gender discrimination. Homophobia. Violence. So fuck it. Say what you want and believe what you want. What other people do shouldn’t upset you. It’s only illegal when it’s physical.