My Journal

June 11th

I literally didn't do anything on this day. Unless you count he grocery store as some exciting errand.

I watched Netflix all day and made plans for upcoming events in July.

But what I really noticed was the news. A girl from Pakistan had refused her mothers agendas for a traditional wedding to her boyfriend and eloped with him. Her mother and brother tied her down, doused her in gasoline and lit her on fucking fire.

And that's been on my mind a lot. Girls in America get so pissed about the wage gap. You do realize that this wage gap, while real when it's denied that it is, doesn't happen always, and only occurs in private companies. And while its fucking stupid, there shouldn't be any, women in Middle East and third world countries can't even get jobs, let alone leave the house without their husbands fucking permission.

Like, sure, America has its problems and we can certainly do better. But we're so incredibly lucky. If I lived out in like Pakistan, or in that place in India, I could've already been married off to someone. I'd have absolutely no freedom.

Like, it's ok if you don't agree with me, but I'm just saying. I feel very fortunate to have been born somewhere where I have a little freedom to leave my house, get a job, go to school, I have my own laptop, my own room.

Someone out in Iraq would probably trade their struggle for my small inconveniences like my phone freezing or my laptop taking 15 minutes to restart.

I'm eternally grateful that I have everything I do and that I met the people that I met.