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Damn, went too far. And I know it was just a coping mechanism, too, so it was probably a bit cruel to do that, but by god some people just don't get it. This is all my fathers fault. He didn't have to marry a Muggle and father a mudblood, but having done so the least he could do was revise his opinions. And maybe he did, when he first married her. Hah! Couldn't have lasted long. I can blame THAT all on her - it's probably unfair to expect a confidence-lacking ex-slytherin to not judge an entire race by one person, the Big V a point in case. Well, admittedly most of the muggles in our town are bloody morons too, but the whole point is that they aren't morons because they're muggles, they're morons because they grew up in a little town where routine is spelled with a capital R and thinking is discouraged.
So there we have dad, back to the good ol' superiority complex again, unable to see me past my mother half the time, and the rest thinking that somehow if I just subscribe to his views my blood won't be as dirty, which is what half the school expects me to do because of him. And on the other side we have his old team, to whom I'm the same as all the other people they hate. Who am I supposed to believe? Who am I supposed to join? Why the f**k are there sides anyway? Screw this shit! If people didn't take sides all the time we wouldn't have this problem in the first place!
I don't put up with bloodbitching as a rule, but I can't help the feeling they have a point. So I guess my point is, it really doesn't matter whether they're right or not. "Don't ya know, sonny, there's a war on!" And this particular war is on because of people like them, who can't leave well enough alone. They are nothing but divisive. If they really believed they were superior to non-purebloods, they'd not bother telling everyone about it, they wouldn't be so angry, they wouldn't have all that hatred. Hatred is a product of fear and nothing else. And the other people are just as bad, with the goddamn self-righteousness and complete and utter certainty that if the other side didn't exist the world would be perfect. Well, I'm not that weak. I'm not afraid of Muggles. I'm not afraid of my blood. And I'm not afraid of people who are afraid of it either, OR the people who think they can beat a bad idea out of someone's head.
This goes for both sides, and everyone on them who's afraid of other people's opinions. Screw you all, you're nothing but a bother. Keep your politics out of my life. I'm telling this to my father, too, as soon as I'm finished writing, and then you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to go to Diagon Alley. Where I shall have some ice-cream. And read about sixteenth century peasants. And this goddamn bitchfight of a war can go screw up somebody elses life.
So there we have dad, back to the good ol' superiority complex again, unable to see me past my mother half the time, and the rest thinking that somehow if I just subscribe to his views my blood won't be as dirty, which is what half the school expects me to do because of him. And on the other side we have his old team, to whom I'm the same as all the other people they hate. Who am I supposed to believe? Who am I supposed to join? Why the f**k are there sides anyway? Screw this shit! If people didn't take sides all the time we wouldn't have this problem in the first place!
I don't put up with bloodbitching as a rule, but I can't help the feeling they have a point. So I guess my point is, it really doesn't matter whether they're right or not. "Don't ya know, sonny, there's a war on!" And this particular war is on because of people like them, who can't leave well enough alone. They are nothing but divisive. If they really believed they were superior to non-purebloods, they'd not bother telling everyone about it, they wouldn't be so angry, they wouldn't have all that hatred. Hatred is a product of fear and nothing else. And the other people are just as bad, with the goddamn self-righteousness and complete and utter certainty that if the other side didn't exist the world would be perfect. Well, I'm not that weak. I'm not afraid of Muggles. I'm not afraid of my blood. And I'm not afraid of people who are afraid of it either, OR the people who think they can beat a bad idea out of someone's head.
This goes for both sides, and everyone on them who's afraid of other people's opinions. Screw you all, you're nothing but a bother. Keep your politics out of my life. I'm telling this to my father, too, as soon as I'm finished writing, and then you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to go to Diagon Alley. Where I shall have some ice-cream. And read about sixteenth century peasants. And this goddamn bitchfight of a war can go screw up somebody elses life.