Domestic abuse (my real story)
Domestic abuse is like a nazi camp, it’s a world that is upside down, and you are completely alone.
When I was growing up, every day was a holiday. All things dark lived on the other side of the galaxy. Stupid things clearly were happening to stupid people who didn’t know better, to people who were less informed, to people who weren’t me. My life was an official walk to the bright future. I was an invincible sunny kid bringing home straight A’s, studying classical piano and Tibetan language, speaking at international conferences, hanging out with the rebels and playing in a band. I was dreaming big, problems were not problems. I was on the forefront of everything, and the world was mine.
Then I came to America. […]
Bullies, I don’t respect you
I have a song that goes, “Don’t put me on a fucking conveyor, people are not machines”. I stand by every word of it.
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Africa
If somebody showed up at your house, confiscated your possessions, shot half of your family, spat on your altar, gave you a black eye, and then called you an ambulance, should you be grateful for the humanitarian aid?
History of modern economy: You are a baker.
Changing reality might be a slow process, but admitting to the truth can be done immediately.
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