Rambling about western society, mostly inspired by the otherkin hate that has come up on tumblr recently.
Sometimes I just don’t understand why people have such a hard time accepting that other people have beliefs that are different than their own. I know that, being raised in a western society, I, and what seems like most others in such a society, are raised to be suspicious of those different than us. But even so, when one examines that suspicious, it seems like there is really nothing there to hold it up. It’s as if we are told we’re in a steel box, and everything outside it is unacceptable, dangerous, or wrong, when in reality, it’s only a paper box, and could be ripped by simply standing up.
It can be so hard, and so easy simultaneously, to realize that identity is not simple, that ideals are not always ideal, that experiences are not, and should not necessarily be, exactly the same. People seem to hang on to the idea that there is a black and white right and wrong of identity with such desperation, when, honestly, it doesn’t take much effort at all to realize that not everyone shares the same experience, and that it isn’t anyone’s job to decide whose experience is “right” or “wrong.”
Of course, though I said it takes little effort to realize that, it also does take so much monumental effort, and it is so complicated. So I’m not sure where I’m going with this, it’s all so convoluted and difficult. I hope I don’t sound like I’m saying I’m better than anyone else in this. I don’t mean it that way, there are often times when I struggle with my own identity, and struggle to accept it myself. Again, it is so very complicated, and difficult to articulate, so I’ll just stop myself here.