When I was 6, my mom enrolled me at a Telugu and Sanskrit class at a temple in the Dallas suburbs, and I stayed 10 minutes before leaving because I didn’t want to learn about a culture that “hated girls” and demanded she take me home. She took me home and never made me go back. I sometimes I wonder why I’m so bad at following rules I disagree with and feeling remorse for my actions, then my parents tell me a story about how I flat out refused to do something when I was a child, they immediately folded without any concept of disciplining me, and I’m like “oh.”
Looking Back, Looking Ahead
Looking Back, Looking Ahead
Looking Back, Looking Ahead
When I was 6, my mom enrolled me at a Telugu and Sanskrit class at a temple in the Dallas suburbs, and I stayed 10 minutes before leaving because I didn’t want to learn about a culture that “hated girls” and demanded she take me home. She took me home and never made me go back. I sometimes I wonder why I’m so bad at following rules I disagree with and feeling remorse for my actions, then my parents tell me a story about how I flat out refused to do something when I was a child, they immediately folded without any concept of disciplining me, and I’m like “oh.”