Imagine a slightly deflated balloon. Squeezing the air around can be entertaining for a little while, but eventually hands become tired, and the mind starts looking for something else to do.
You have to squeeze one side of the balloon to fill the other side. Then, to correct, you squeeze the inflated side giving air to the wrinkled side.
Partially participating in many worlds, but unable to find wholeness in any one world is where I’m struggling. I want to breathe the air of all sides. Each world is nourishing, but individually, each world is suffocating.
Many times the worlds don’t fit together in daily life.
Sometimes the grass is always greener even when I’ve just arrived from the other side.
My mental is tired.
I can understand why some people think Americans aren’t connected to what’s important.
I can understand why Americans are seen as materialistic, immoral, and petty.
I can understand why Americans are thought to be loud and obnoxious.
I also find some comfort and Identity in those things that shape the American stereotype.
At the same time, I’m completely ashamed to tell people where I grew up.
In the same breath, I want:
to wear whatever I want without harassment,
roll around naked and shameless in my sexuality,
be loud and obnoxious in a café.
I want for all my worlds to remain intact at all times. I fear that one may permanently shrivel if I give another world air for too long.
cross posted at Texas and Egypt