you paid for this: why I quit my job

Maybe one day, hopefully forever from now, when my aunt(s) and both of my parents are dead, I'll be able to write freely about my life experiences.

I started to use threads (instagram's version of twitter) a bit more and then stirred shit up on threads by having an opinion about thanksgiving's existence and my own racial identity.

The opinion was about Thanksgiving. The fury was quick. People do not want anyone to feel negatively about their favorite holiday.

But Sydney Sweeney isn't a puppy, or an inflatable, waving, smiling air tube, so even Glen couldn't pull off the chemistry.

I think of kids growing up in group homes who either don't receive a single gift or have to pick from a pile of crap repurposed as charity. I think of poor families who cannot afford to buy their kids anything and try desperately to make the memories anyway.