“You guys might now know this, but I consider myself a bit of a loner. I tend to think of myself as a one-man wolf pack…” – Hangover
For the most part, everyone pretty much knows who I am, on a first name basis that is. What people don’t understand is that there is more than meets the eye with me, and I guess that goes with a lot of other people. When I think about it, I don’t consider myself to be a very interesting person. So what, I have a few interesting experiences I could talk about but how long could I ride that boat for? I need to start making something out of myself..
When I think about it, growing up in Italy has given me a totally different perspective of the world. I look around now, especially in Staten Island, and honestly, I am disgusted with this generation of teens. And the worst part of it is, its not going to get any better. Staten Island is not a place to raise your children. I know I’m not raising mine there. What were my parents thinking when they brought us over here? I didn’t think my life in Italy was that bad, but I had to follow what my parents said; after all, it was for the better…that’s what they told me. And I guess yea, there are more opportunities, blah blah blah, but did they know that it was going to be like this? This screwed up? It seems like no one here knows what a family really is. I consider myself to be very family oriented and it disturbs me to see this generation of kids treat their parents and elders with no respect at all. I have a lot of criticisms towards Americans, and I guess that is partially because I am very judgmental. Its not my coolest attribute, but its one of mine none the less. As much as I don’t want to, subconsciously I always judge judge judge. At the end of the day, I just don’t want to be considered an American. There is nothing wrong with being American, but I don’t really find much pride in it. I feel like the American mind is corrupt and greedy. I fear that if I become fully Americanized that I will loose my values and traditions. That is because to be American you have to do American things. You know, just recently, about a few weeks ago, my father became an American citizen. He was so happy, my family was so happy. I…I only acted happy. Why couldn’t he just stay a citizen of Italy? I feel like my family has lost a part of its identity because of this. I’m not afraid of many things, but I am afraid of breaking close family ties. I just hope we don’t become like typical American families, and I’m just stereotyping here.
I look back at the answers I wrote down in class and I notice that they all had to do with family and friendship. I guess that’s just who I am. I really didn’t know what to write about, but we were told to be personal and I think that this is pretty personal, and I’m actually having doubts about sharing this with everyone..