be you.

(inspired by a conversation with a brother)

You know what I fucking love? When you be you. When someone says, "Oh you don't like video games? That's cool. I love playing video games." Or, "You like hiking? The pictures look great, but it's just not for me."

And that's fine. That's awesome. People are different and different things appeal to everyone. That's not to say there's no room to change. Perhaps if you hate a certain race of people, it might be something I hope you can open your eyes to change.

But even if racism, maybe I'd rather some say, "I just don't like asian people," then have this passive aggressive attitude toward it. Because maybe if you speak up, you might realize how irrational your hatred is. Or perhaps, I might realize how rational it is. Who knows? Maybe if I lived in a place where every single Asian person was so stingy and oblivious to their surroundings (asian tourists ftL), then yes -- I'd probably have some issues. Maybe I already do.

But speak your mind and be you.

I hate it when people see something on Instagram and the thought goes from "Oh, that looks really neat" to "Oh, maybe if I do that I'll look cool too."

Can we eat meals and just enjoy them without showing them to the world? Can we enjoy nature, take trips and have good memories rather than worrying about likes?

Can I just be me and not see a social media profile to be able to call myself interesting and unique?

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This post is simultaneous a pep talk for myself, and a glimpse of something I want to do for others in my life.