When Nothing’s Enough

I’m running out of ideas again.

When I start writing againĀ I’m getting desperate.

I’m 25 and I still sound like a moody 16 year old.

Maybe things like this aren’t supposed to change.

Not for me.



Blogging About Social Issues

I’ve come to realize it can be near impossible to talk about social problems with a good majority of people in my life. So my new goal is to be more subtle.

After all, how can I explain the significance of intersectionality when talking about social inequalities, if the people I am talking to don’t “believe” in racism or misogyny?

I can’t.

The idea that there are people who just assume that if they don’t know anything about something, then it simply doesn’t exist. I need to find a way to get past the anger I feel towards these people and not just because they are family.

So for now, I am going to be a silent observer, and figure out a way to earn respect and how to use persuasive techniques before I try to engage in bigger conversations.

I feel obligated to say something but I don’t want to waste my words and make “negative progress”.

Wish me luck, silence, this may take a while.