I feel like complaining. (Tomorrow will be a better day!)



Of disappointment
Of feeling helpless
Of my gas tank sucking up all my cash
Of being broke
Of rich kids complaining that they don't have enough
Of T-Pain
Of American Idol
Of 'artists' without any real talent who blow the f*ck up
Of 50
Of the bullshit that we pay the most attention (and money) to
Of Shawty got low low low low lows
Of Bush in office
Of politicians who behave exactly like politicians
Of not having enough leaders who I aspire to be like
Of schools not having enough funding
Of my students not finding enough in the world to believe in
Of not having enough cool Asians to look up to in public media
Of classic movies that are allowed to have racist shit because they're 'classic movies'
Of writer's block
Of writers not getting paid enough
Of feeling inadequate
Of anxiety
Of insecurity
Of being conditioned to compare myself to western (and almost impossible) standards of beauty
Of a world that makes it hard for women to feel valued and rightfully respected
Of my belly not wanting to flatten no matter how many runs or bikram yoga
Of inheriting America's obsession with thinness
Of ingrained Americanization of the Philippines
Of White Europeans teaching Asian people how to have an eating disorder
(Eating disorders and dieting are learned western ideals)
Of the dissolution of the Tagalog language in the very country it lives in
Of broken politic
Of a society that no longer places an importance on the ways to love correctly
Of chivalry being dead
Of mean girls
Of Ugg boots
Of being too nice
Of flakes
Of counting time
Of things coming too late
Of bad timing
Of waiting

Of... complaining.

Sigh.
I'm tired.

What more can I say