oppression

I had a chat with a friend.



Our casual “so bored with this irksome work” chat turned into a long conversation of aggrieved frustrations, as she broached her love life conflicts, how her closed ones aren't paying attention and not encourage her to higher education and exploring the world, the feeling of being taken for granted by family, and me being solicited for advice and solution I'm not particularly entitled to. I rather be reticent, yeah? I mean, I griped, too.



Anyway. The frustrations lie within the inability to shoehorn certain behavior to a partner, particularly to support her life goal of traveling abroad together, and just be open-minded enough to meet her new, non-Thai speaker, friends, when she just started to enjoy the world and learn about exciting possibilities out there. That, to me, is pretty sad, for lack of better word.



With most of the problems revolve around unmet needs and indirect communication from another party — as we delved deeper — it sounds as if my friend is ready to give up at any given minute, seeing this intractable conflict as a fateful jail for life, with no other choice but to conform. My friend was so, so prone to blame herself whenever a negative feelings/thoughts arose to their consciousness, too. Although she showed some signs of being indignant, she was more despondent and ensured that she'll be okay with suppressing her needs for the peaceful, conventional life.

This is, however, a futile post attempting to organize my scattered thoughts, so I don't have any detailed analysis and solutions to provide.



I'm also finishing up Kim Jiyeon, Born 1982, too.

Maybe that's why I get this urge to write something here.



"Let's defy."



I think of the idea, to myself.