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Originally Posted by dreamerhippie
Wow, so much unwarranted vitriol. Honestly, you shouldn't have wasted all that emotion. Let me clarify what I meant by "someone like me." Someone like me is someone who is studying something that isn't going to transfer so easily outside of the US. I study US accounting principles and US tax code because I want to work in the US financial markets. What does that have to do with Mexico? Not much. I do have a double major in Spanish, but that can only take me so far in Mexico when all my classes are taught by teachers from Spain or Puerto Rico and Cuba. Someone like me is someone who would be an outcast in my "home" country because I've become so Americanized. There's no way that I'd fit in anymore. Not in a million years. Nothing good can come out of dropping an atheist in such a Catholic country. Never mind the culture. I'll never be Mexican enough for the Mexicans just like I'm not American enough for the Americans. [...]
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Dreamerhippie, you don’t have to explain yourself. We all aim for different things in life and gauge success commensurately. But personal philosophies aside, it is my understanding that in a capitalist society you aim higher, and not the other way around (which almost seems counterintuitive); thus feeling ‘superior’ is only secondary to our sociopolitical structure as a nation.
I don’t recall ever telling you this before —since my self-importance often undermines my ability to praise those very few people I admire— but no matter where life takes you, I know your dedication and hard work will have paved the way for a very successful existence.
You see, in my line of work I’ve met women who are remarkably shrewd and assertive (often referred to as ‘bitches’), superlative to a degree where it seems like they were born to be in the business, and powerful enough that the mere right to put their name under ‘executive producer’ at the end credits confers on them millions of dollars, and yet I’ve never met someone as exceptional as you.
In other words, you seem to have the whole package: you’re brilliant, beautiful, and incredibly well-suited, and if I were straight, I’d be all over that booty... but I digress, my point is that: if you have it, flaunt it—no apologies, no regrets.
XOXO
PS: Can I ask you a huge favor? When I'm on my deathbed gasping for my last breath of not-so-fresh air, I want to have my very own biography written by you perched gracefully on my favorite chaise. Your writing is orgasmic.