Ahí les habla Mictlantecuhtli, bilingües.
Today I realized I can’t erase all my problems, because they started 500 years ago, and I am an effect of them. My identity is an effect of colonization, combined with my genetics and attitude to how I was raised.
I’m sick of the stereotypes, and ignorant portrayal of my culture. Even the least obvious things are stereotyped, and it’s all a big mess. I’m made of stereotypes and patterns to which “I must comform.” I’m not going to follow this stupid self-fulfilling prophecy. I need to embrace my culture more and avoid outside influences. I’m stuck in the middle, and outside influences are entering my life and forming some fucked up, mutt identity. I already have two cultures I grew up with and have to deal with, a third just complicates everything.
Fuck, I would be a great Anthropology major.