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So, recent threads have got me thinking about the things society makes us feel guilty or suspicious about, and there doesn't seem (a) be a decent thread to cover this, without rotting a pre-existing, and (b) Conversation seemed the best place, to keep it light and friendly.
I often feel guilty that I drink alcohol. Firstly, I feel guilty because with my racial background, y'know, it's just understood that one sip of the hard stuff will turn me into a depraved drunken alcoholic. It's silly and pointless and untrue, but it doesn't stop some people from making a joke about it, if I'm out somewhere and they know I'm Native American, and worse, some people really think they're being helpful by counseling me away from it, because my genes can't handle or something. Secondly, while I am not an excessive drinker, I don't get hangovers, and hangovers, we are told, are like the shitty t-shirt you get for going somewhere fabulous or interesting. Between these two, I'm definitely damned for doing or not enough, I guess.
I feel guilty for eating horrible foods, all the time, in large quanitites, and not really gaining weight. Again, weight is the badge of proper enjoyment in popular myth. Thin is asceticism and restraint, or something to be worked really hard at.
I feel bad for coming out tops of the only real fight I've had in my adult life, because I walked away through 'not fighting fair' and we all know, if somebody takes a swing at you, the manly, correct thing to do is to keep it to punches. Sticking a cigarette in their eye, messing up their leg, and walking away is uncivilised. Feeling horrible about it a few blocks away and getting ill to one's stomach... that's just undignified.
I feel guilty for being light-skinned, sometimes, especially around certain branches of family.
When people tell me my hair looks nice, I feel guilty for using the cheapest shampoos and conditioners. When someone tells me I'm good looking or, as a previous roommate was fond of, 'too good looking', I feel guilty, as though I've put myself above some station, despite not feeling at all good looking more than once every couple months. Same for compliments on intelligence, kindness, or patience. As though I've somehow lazily slipped out of my level and I ought to hurry back before I get caught out of ranks.
None of which stops me from being, at turns, proud of all these things, delusionally or reasonably. I'm still trying to work that one out.
So, what does it for y'all? What uncontrollable thing does it feel like society's holding against you, or ought to hold against you? What mythical trespasses have you committed and thus angst over? |
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