I’m tired of not being allowed to express my full range of emotions.
As a man, I am socially not allowed to understand or demonstrate compassion without coming off as odd or abnormal.
Come off it you damn sociopath. This gift isn’t me trying to get in your pants. I just like sharing joy.
Why do you have to read into every act of kindness and find a hidden motive?
You’re abnormal for your lack of empathy, not me for expressing it.
As a black man, I am socially not allowed to express frustration or anger without coming off as dangerous or inherently criminal.
You owe me and you you know it. You’re following me and you know it. You cut me off, looked me in the eye, acknowledge you are blatantly wrong, and you know it.
How am I the one in the wrong for pointing it out? Why are you, the instigator, suddenly scared, troubled, and offended at my logical response? How did the agitator suddenly become the victim?
As a south side boy, I am socially not allowed to bond, laugh, speak, and converse as I often do at home, without coming off as particularly uncultured, backward, or “street”.
Why do I laugh so loud? I…don’t know how to answer that. I guess I’ma just be quiet now and cut the joy back by 50…stiff ass mutha…