𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐀𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐬.
The first time I was called a “Chink” was in the third grade.
I was the new kid in class and I had pissed off the class bully by knocking over a castle they were building out of blocks during recess.
He demanded that I kneel in front of him and his buddies and apologize again, and then he said:
“Because you’re a chink.”
I said no, of course, angry at the insult. …
In 20 years of driving, I’ve had a near-perfect record, but just 2 months after getting the car, I cracked my side mirror on a concrete pillar in my garage.
My driving abilities have actually DECREASED since buying this car, and I blame one thing:
First and foremost, Autopilot and even “Full Self Driving” is NOT real self driving. You can trust the car to drive about as well as an average 16 year old Instagram influencer doing a live story about her Starbucks latte. …
Human beings can be so weird sometimes.
Even when we need help and we are actively aware of it, sometimes we will run away from it. Maybe we will refrain from asking for help because we’re afraid of being judged for being weak, or because we feel like we “should” be able to just get better.
But that’s not how it works. Sure, sometimes a pain will go away by itself, but at what cost? And what if it doesn’t?
If we were cut by a knife, we don’t just shrug it off and hope it doesn’t get infected. We…
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