angry tweet

It took me 24 years to realize how angry I am and how much I want to write about it. Strange how difficult it is to describe things we feel strongest about. I wish I could put into words the disillusionment with my mother, frustration with the article I saw on Facebook last night about how refugees will never assimilate, vaccines are the real cause of global warming and garlic cures breast cancer. I’m angry with another bad Instagram artist selling his prints for hundreds with my 9-5 which doesn’t pay overtime and with being a subject of another psychological study on millennials. I refuse to turn vegan, project positive vibes only, do yoga 3 times a week. I don’t listen to Taylor Swift, avoid avocadoes and never take photos of books I read. Sipping Pumpkin Spice in my Zara sweater, I double-check my followers. Product of Polish messianism, American idealism, and British monarchism I tweet about my anger at this gluten-free world.