Though I was already previously aware of the prevalent existence of such poisonous mentalities in this population, I was further saddened by the deliberate hate I heard expressed towards women and homosexuals yesterday afternoon.
It’s 2012. 20-fucking-12. So why does it feel like 1861 sometimes? Although I am obviously and frequently vocally fed up with the system itself, I think what irks me more than any flawed establishment is the corruption of people: average, “normal” Amurricans, for example.
Ours is a culture devoid of respect, understanding, and benevolence. To say that I’m utterly disgusted by it is a heavy understatement.
I mean, even on a basic, elementary level: how fucking hard is it to give a fellow human being a hug? A real, genuine hug? A smile? Is it really that difficult to take the time to listen to an individual you wouldn’t normally speak to? A stranger, even? Is the majority truly incapable of simply caring? Of showing and receiving love to anything they can’t deposit in their bank accounts?
I constantly alternate between pressing on in my desires to help others/make significant change and wondering if it’s even worth it. Even after typing that sentence out, however, there’s no present doubt in my mind that I will continue to try. It’s just so fucking hard to love you sometimes, United Police States of America. It really, really is.