I would like to talk some about what it means to be an American in the eyes of people I have met around the world and how it differs drastically from the way I feel about my heritage.
First of all, let me just say that while I hate being in the USA, I don’t necessarily hate my country. I just don’t fit in here. To put it simply,
a crappy American —
I’ve never fit in. I’ve never really had friends. I’ve never been “cool.” I’ve never been like everybody else. Unfortunately, I come from a beach part of the country, and I am just not made for the beach. Even when my weight was no longer an issue for me, I just can’t stand the sun. It’s hot. It’s uncomfortable. It’s the sun. Don’t get me wrong, I am a water sign, and I love the water, but I just can’t stand beach culture. Or, for that matter, heatstroke…