And because I am a woman and women do this during arguments, I started to cry because I was frustrated. I kept getting called crazy over and over again, and it wasn't like I was rambling like a schizo or tarding out. I didn't say all 'jeets must be fried on a skillet, I simply told them like it is. How I can't even get Walmart to look at my applications, while they are one of the largest recipients of H1-B nonsense, how disheartening it is to be told to do one thing all your life, then have the rug pulled from under you because you just never tried hard enough. Your straight A's, all-nighters, juggle sessions with work and college, internships, and awards alike, are not hard work. You have never tried at all, so you must be dependent forever, and there is no forgiveness for you.
I hate how surprised many are about how right-wing my generation is. I grew up in a nihilistic monoculture that robbed me of culture and identity because it was somehow worse than Bangladeshis posting selfies in front of the Hindus they lynched. I'm told I never worked hard and I mean nothing while I grew up with subtarded hoodlums who would steal my shit if I kept my eye off it for a second, where I woke up each morning wondering if there was going to be another gang war on campus. I slipped on blood in the cafeteria once. And I didn't grow up in New York, California, Chicago, Atlanta, Miami...I grew up in what was once a quiet, peaceful city. I'm tired. Burn it down.