Freedom and Privacy

In case you don't know, I'm a person who loves freedom and privacy. 

I gotta have my privacy everywhere I go. Even when I'm in my house, I DO NOT want anyone come and go in and out of my room, touching my stuffs and even talking personal things like "What'd u do today?" "Where'd you go today?" People entering my room, eating my food and ask me where what why how when, Everything that people tend to do, I just can't stand it. BUT for my closest friends, the door is always open because I know that they won't judge or care how messy my room is, where did I go or what did I do and I can assure myself that they won't bother touching my cosmetics or opening the files in my laptop (not that I have anything to hide. I just love my privacy.) or checking my phone or go through what kinda books I read or what kinda food I eat.

Similarly, I love freedom. I'm fine with people doing weird stuffs all over world as long as it doesn't involve violence, racism, murder or anything bad to other people. I'm fine with gay marriage, people eating nail polish or people who have weirdest obsessions eg. people who only watch anime porn. I'm fine with those people as long as they don't harm me. In return, I also want my own freedom. and yes, I'm talking about my hair. As you all know, now my hair is a really really bright pink. People judge me because of that hair color. In my opinion, I like people who're weirdos. I love people who're not scared of what other people think and do what they want. They're "stronger people" in my opinion. BUT people will always have something to say no matter what you do. I personally love my pink hair and I think I pull it off very well. but those low lives like to judge me especially burmese people. I really hate conservative people who couldn't get their heads out of their asses. I hate how they think something is horrible if they've never seen it before. Burmese people are super conservative. That's one of the reasons why I stay away from them. The number of burmese people I normally go out with are less than ten. I don't like the way they judge everything in their sight. I hate how they take advantage of friendship and take their friends for granted. I hate how they NEVER apologize when they did something wrong. I hate how they never talk things out, instead they assume. I hate how they gossip about people that they don't know. If you're a burmese, this kinda colour is pretty wild for you but it's not something that make that person with that hair looks like a slut. Am I right? I dye my hair simply because I love changes. I think I used to look super boring and kinda nerdy. I wanna look different. I wanna be able to do what I want. I wanna look fun. I think I have a loud personality. So, I want everything to match my personality. See my point? My hair color says I'm a fun person. That's all. Nothing more. That's exactly what I want myself to be. A fun, down-to-earth, easy-going person with a fuck-what-everyone-thinks attitude. BUT those stupid bumese people are ready to judge. They say things like "I'm a burmese. I shouldn't have this hair." "I shouldn't wear a bikini in public." "I look like a slut." EXCUSE ME! Is there any rule that burmese people shouldn't have any hair colors other than black and brown?! and hello! I'm at the beach bitch! You think I should wear long sleeves and pants there?! and just because my hair is pink, it doesn't mean I'm a slut! Have you seen me making out with anyone in clubs? or any other place? Have you seen me wearing a dress showing half my boobs? or my underwear? LOL it's kinda ridiculous but burmese people really like to judge other people just by looking at their appearence. I didn't care. I still don't care. the sad thing is my bf does. I'm still trying to figure out a way how to deal with all those craps. Although I don't give a crap about what people thinks, my parents and my bf do. Whenever I tell my bf how upset I am cos my parents won't quit nagging about my hair, he's like yeah ur parents are right etc etc etc and we start to fight. I thought he would understand me. Apparently, emotionally, I'm forever alone. I'm starting to believe I'll never find a person who completely understands me. Enough with the emo stuffs, one day, I'll make sure I'll write a post on "Why I hate burmese people." LOL