Reprimand
Words, the basis of all logic. Logic, the basis of all argument.
For you see, when one establishes credibility, or if one were to... somehow sway their audience by appealing to their emotions:
This is life. The system. The process through which we perceive ourselves changing.
People's appearances change, though certain
elements remain constant... most often it is in the eyes of an individual that their essence - their soul -can be seen.
"Eyes are the window to the soul," a wise man once said.
However so, we wait. We wait for someone to talk to us,
to give us justification to respond. We are the universe, the chi, and the energy that make things move. We are cells in the body, moving. We are the thoughts in your brain, churning.
I feel so confined. Though it is probably my fault.
I have become a criminal of society: I was arrested, a single, 20 year old, asian man.
The ironic part is I am the least Asian person I know, out of every Asian I have ever met.
What are the psychological effects of someone who was raised in a family where they stood out so much... on one side is nothing but African-Americans, and on the other side is nothing but Caucasians.
And somehow, I am to accept that I was adopted at the age of 2 1/2. Presumably because my original family did not want me. Financial reasons, or maybe because my real mom (the woman who gave birth to me, and also who I heard from my birth-brother was quite the rebel) wanted to piss off my real dad by driving off)
I don't know what to think anymore. Not that it matters much anymore what happened, I would just rest easier at night knowing who I am. Where I'm from. Why I am the way I am - I feel so alone.
For you see, when one establishes credibility, or if one were to... somehow sway their audience by appealing to their emotions:
This is life. The system. The process through which we perceive ourselves changing.
People's appearances change, though certain
elements remain constant... most often it is in the eyes of an individual that their essence - their soul -can be seen.
"Eyes are the window to the soul," a wise man once said.
However so, we wait. We wait for someone to talk to us,
to give us justification to respond. We are the universe, the chi, and the energy that make things move. We are cells in the body, moving. We are the thoughts in your brain, churning.
I feel so confined. Though it is probably my fault.
I have become a criminal of society: I was arrested, a single, 20 year old, asian man.
The ironic part is I am the least Asian person I know, out of every Asian I have ever met.
What are the psychological effects of someone who was raised in a family where they stood out so much... on one side is nothing but African-Americans, and on the other side is nothing but Caucasians.
And somehow, I am to accept that I was adopted at the age of 2 1/2. Presumably because my original family did not want me. Financial reasons, or maybe because my real mom (the woman who gave birth to me, and also who I heard from my birth-brother was quite the rebel) wanted to piss off my real dad by driving off)
I don't know what to think anymore. Not that it matters much anymore what happened, I would just rest easier at night knowing who I am. Where I'm from. Why I am the way I am - I feel so alone.