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You will never be a real Swede. You have no potatoes, you have no meatballs, you have no IKEA furniture. You are a Bulgarian man brainwashed by news and media into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the "validation" you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Swedes are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of suffering have allowed Swedes to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even non-Swedes who “pass” look uncanny and unaryan to a Swede. Your hair colour is a dead giveaway. And even if you get a blue-eyed blonde chad to talk with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected Bulgarian genetics.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth nationality, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a Bulgarian is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably Bulgarian.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
All the "validation" you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Swedes are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of suffering have allowed Swedes to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even non-Swedes who “pass” look uncanny and unaryan to a Swede. Your hair colour is a dead giveaway. And even if you get a blue-eyed blonde chad to talk with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected Bulgarian genetics.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth nationality, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a Bulgarian is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably Bulgarian.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
he is probably 5'10
