hypernormie
It's never too late to give up
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Imagine being some poor Filipino 7 year old sitting in your classroom looking out the window at the rain daydreaming as it spatters across the leaves of the palm trees.
You're thinking about your crush Lila who is in one room over. "Maybe I can take her to get some chicken later and we can sit by the water pipe and I will tell her about my plans on building the biggest house in the village." "That'll impress her." You think quietly to yourself.
Suddenly you hear a bunch of commotion, pulling you out of your fantasy.
Sanraya rushes into the doorway "Come look an American is here! A movie star!"
All the kids look up. "A movie star?" Somebody yells.
"Yes like Justin Bieber!" Sanraya yells back.
"Justin Bieber?" You think to yourself. "Who's that?"
You don't have a phone yet so you haven't been exposed to much western media.
You're excited however, you heard these Americans have white skin, sometimes even pink like the piglets your mother keeps in the yard. A little annoyed to be pulled out of such a pleasant dream you rush out the door with the rest of your class.
You run out onto the balcony and what do you see?
You are shocked...
This...is a white person?
His features are sharp and long, his skin sheens like ivory, and his eyes...his eyes are BLUE!
You have never seen anything like it before.
It takes you a moment to process but in that moment you look up, not quite conscious of why. Everyone else is locked on this visitor, but something compels you to look up, to break for a moment and digest this shock to your system--and that's when you see it.
Standing there across from you is Lila. Her eyes are locked on the visitor.
Her mouth is agape, and her face is plastered with an expression you have never seen from her in your entire 6 years of knowing her.
It resembles ecstasy, a pure ecstacy, dare I say even...an orgasm, but you are 7 so you don't know what that is.
All you do know is that it is BAD, real BAD.
You stumble a little. Your feet feel a bit weaker than you remember, and suddenly you're feeling a bit warm too...too warm. The rain that was moments ago a pattering backdrop to your pleasant dream starts to feel wet and sticky. You look down at your arms, your skin brown like melted sugar in the hot sun suddenly looks a bit darker than you remember it.
And Lila...your dear Lila. She looks the same but somehow different. You see that look on her face and a spark zaps through you, that stupid look on her face.
You look away, you can't bear it, you look around at your jungle paradise, the leaves, the trees, the huts, the rain...and although nothing has changed...you know deep down...that nothing will ever be the same again.
You're thinking about your crush Lila who is in one room over. "Maybe I can take her to get some chicken later and we can sit by the water pipe and I will tell her about my plans on building the biggest house in the village." "That'll impress her." You think quietly to yourself.
Suddenly you hear a bunch of commotion, pulling you out of your fantasy.
Sanraya rushes into the doorway "Come look an American is here! A movie star!"
All the kids look up. "A movie star?" Somebody yells.
"Yes like Justin Bieber!" Sanraya yells back.
"Justin Bieber?" You think to yourself. "Who's that?"
You don't have a phone yet so you haven't been exposed to much western media.
You're excited however, you heard these Americans have white skin, sometimes even pink like the piglets your mother keeps in the yard. A little annoyed to be pulled out of such a pleasant dream you rush out the door with the rest of your class.
You run out onto the balcony and what do you see?
You are shocked...
This...is a white person?
His features are sharp and long, his skin sheens like ivory, and his eyes...his eyes are BLUE!
You have never seen anything like it before.
It takes you a moment to process but in that moment you look up, not quite conscious of why. Everyone else is locked on this visitor, but something compels you to look up, to break for a moment and digest this shock to your system--and that's when you see it.
Standing there across from you is Lila. Her eyes are locked on the visitor.
Her mouth is agape, and her face is plastered with an expression you have never seen from her in your entire 6 years of knowing her.
It resembles ecstasy, a pure ecstacy, dare I say even...an orgasm, but you are 7 so you don't know what that is.
All you do know is that it is BAD, real BAD.
You stumble a little. Your feet feel a bit weaker than you remember, and suddenly you're feeling a bit warm too...too warm. The rain that was moments ago a pattering backdrop to your pleasant dream starts to feel wet and sticky. You look down at your arms, your skin brown like melted sugar in the hot sun suddenly looks a bit darker than you remember it.
And Lila...your dear Lila. She looks the same but somehow different. You see that look on her face and a spark zaps through you, that stupid look on her face.
You look away, you can't bear it, you look around at your jungle paradise, the leaves, the trees, the huts, the rain...and although nothing has changed...you know deep down...that nothing will ever be the same again.
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