I hate a lot of people. And it’s okay!

I hate a lot of people but I have reasons. I hate the fact that I’m going to write this article or whatever the hell this is and people will overlook the things I’m trying to say by judging the way I write, my word choices, my sentence structure and paragraph breaks. But I don’t care! I’m just going to speak my mind however the fuck I want to. Because I have to let this out. And I’m just going to use simple words so that people won’t have to google the meaning of a word or have to look for a dictionary to actually know what I mean. Life has to be simple and it is. Be considerate to people who might not actually have rich vocabulary but deserve to know what an article is trying to say. I’m writing this because many people need to know this.
I hate the fact that I felt like shit for many years and it’s because of the people who made me feel like that. Nepal! you’re a beautiful country but some people there and the government there are horrible. I hate the fact that people have to leave their own country and the people who they love for better opportunities abroad because you left them no choice. I hate the fact that they have to go be a slave in an arab country to build stadiums for entertainment. I hate the fact that you made me choose between my future and seeing my mom for the last time. I wanted to tell her how much she has inspired me in every way possible but I couldn’t do it. She didn’t know that. I hate the fact that I am questioning my atheism in hopes to see my mom again and tell her how important she was to me in after life where I might meet her. But I don’t believe that, I wish I did. And it’s okay! She is alive inside me forever.
I hate the fact that some people made me feel like I was some kind of devil and a nuisance for not believing that there’s an invisible person in the sky. Those are the same people who made me feel like an outcast in my own country where we speak the same language. You left me no choice than to flee to a foreign land alone. I hate those people who made me feel ugly my whole childhood just because I had slightly darker skin and wore glasses. You people are horrible!
I hate the fact and actually amazed by the fact that people can kill innocent children to make their invisible god happy. You people are crazy! You had no right to do that. They didn’t do anyone any harm. You killed million hopes and ideas with those children which could some day benefit this world. I don’t consider you people human beings. Same goes to the group of people who recently killed a guy who wanted to make others laugh.
Let’s talk about my motherland again. I hate those people in my culture who tell my dad that in order to be happy, his daughter needs to get married and be settled with a guy from the same culture by now and make him worry about his daughter. I am happy dad! There’s nothing to worry about. You know why? Along with the assholes and horrible people in this world, there are people who are wonderful and are making your daughter happy in this foreign land where I speak different language than I speak to you. I’m sorry! in fact there also are people here with whom I speak the same language and are actually awesome.
Talking about America, I hate the corporate culture here that allows their employees to be treated as a commodity rather than a human being just because they signed or did not sign a piece of paper. You people are horrible!
Yeah! I hate a lot of people and it’s okay. All that matters is happiness. And everyone deserves to be happy. Just don’t surround yourself with assholes who make you feel like shit. Do whatever that makes you happy but yeah don’t do drugs. It’s bad.

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Why can’t I be an Italian?

When people ask me where I am from, I always have different places to say. Not that I lie to all the people that ask me but  just to those random people. I like to play with their minds and almost all the time they believe me. Sometimes I say I am from Peru, Venezuela, Columbia, Indonesia, Sudan, Israel,Cambodia, Turkey, Saudi Arabia, even India and the list goes on. One guy even believed me when I said I am from China. He got confused and said “but you have big eyes” and when I said I am from southern part of China he believed me. Also technically I was not lying at that time because Nepal is south to China.  But that one sad day when a guy asked me where I was from I told him I am from Italy. I love everything about Italy from their food, people, art to the national football team. Also I think they have a really cool sounding national anthem. Although, I have never been there I just think I would love to live there. Anyways, when I told him I am from Italy he frowned in disbelief. His face was quite surprised and asked me again in a squeaky voice “really??”. I said yes in a fake Italian accent and hand gesture. He didn’t buy it. This was the first time I had failed in making people believe where I am originally from. And I was a little sad that I had no chance to look like an Italian in Italy. What is so non-Italian about me? I mean I like pizza, my name even rhymes with pasta, I like mafia movies, actually my favorite movie is the Godfather but I guess that is not enough to fake italicize myself 😦