Not so Proud to be an American Anymore

*WARNING: I AM NOT KNOWLEDGABLE ON POLITICS. I AM ONLY A TEENAGER CONCERNED FOR MY RIGHTS. PLEASE INFORM ME IF I AM WRONG*

President elect Donald J. Trump will be inaugurated tomorrow. He and his Vice President, Mike Pence, will be in the White House.

As a white person who doesn’t live in poverty, this shouldn’t concern me. But as a woman who likes women, this scares me more than ever. Will my rights as a human being be taken away for four to eight years? Will I be forced into a conversion camp? Will I get a lower pay because I am a woman? Will I be sexually harassed? I have too many questions.

Of course, as a teenage girl, I don’t know what I’m talking about. I don’t know what’ll happen while Trump and Pence sit in the White House. But I do know that they will do the best that they can to solve the problems the United States suffers from. I wish them the best of luck for the next four years.

See you guys next time!

~Tentative Visionary

 

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Once in a while, I will stray from my set schedule. Today is one of those days.

Today I’m reacting (venting, rather) to a phrase I hear all the time.

“You think your problems are bad? How about the children starving in Africa?”

Yes, thank you. All these years of hearing this phrase has made me realize that because I’m not in poverty, my feelings are completely invalid. Because I, A child, am supposed to be able to do anything about? Not to be rude, but people suffering across the world is not my primary concern at the moment.

My primary concerns are keeping my friends and family happy and taking care of my responsibilities, all while trying to keep myself alive and functioning. While trying not to wake anyone up at night with the noises I make while crying. While trying to keep my forearms free of scars, and my mind clear of suicidal thoughts.

But hey, maybe I’m the one in the wrong. Since nothing particularly bad is happening to me, why am I suffering? I’m just begging for attentionobviously. Yes, of course. My emotions have no meaning, and I’m just overreacting.

Sorry, I’m a train wreck!

~ Tentative Visionary