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The Problem WITH PC Culture

I needed to share this video... I have many opinions on this generation of political correctness. But every thought I have tried creating ...


(in the interest of full disclosure, this was an email I sent to someone, and I'm choosing to share it for its value, if any, to the reader)

There was a time I felt that what "they" were trying to tell us was all a lie. Especially as it came to psychiatry and medication. I thought that everything happened for a reason, including the breaks and fractures in the way that certain people think. I thought the world just wanted to crush my spirit and steal away any sense of individuality that I had. Back then, I was stronger. I had the essence to fight, the urge to preserve myself and what I stood for.

But the world kept pushing. I grew tired of always fighting. It was everyone against me. Much easier to join the other side. By now, I've been a back seat driver to my own psyche for so long, I can't remember a time I was actually present. I don't know how to fix something like that. It's not possible on my own. As I've aged, I've started to see that there are many things bigger than the self. Many battles that can't be fought alone.

I'd like to say there's hope for me, but I'm afraid I'm already dead on the inside. Nothing left but a shell.

I consider the positive changes that everyone says would help. I'm not closed minded by any means. If anything, I'm closer to desperate for answers and solutions to questions I haven't even asked yet. But I try and I fail. I fail to understand, more than I fail to accomplish. If that makes any sense.

I really didn't mean for this to come out this way, but I don't often control what comes out of my mind in the face of a keyboard. Just like I live on autopilot, I write on autopilot. Only it's a different kind of autopilot. A scary one. One I try to avoid because I can't handle facing my feelings.

Truthfully, I don't try to change anything about my life because I'm afraid to face myself. Any amount of change requires looking in the mirror. Literally and metaphorically. I'm not strong enough. Not because I don't have the strength to fight, but because I don't see the point in trying.

It's been this way for 18 long and painful years, at least.

On the brighter side, it's literally the only thing I've ever known. The only way I've ever felt. As the years go by, I'm naturally learning to see things differently. But I don't think being positive is in my cards.


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