memo

But what I don’t have a right to do is to spread anger.because anger, much like laughter, can connect a room full of stranger like nothing else. But anger, even if it’s connected to laughter, will not relieve tension. Because anger is tension. It is toxic, infectious tension. And it knows no other purpose than to spread blind hatred, and I want no part of it. Because I take my freedom of speech as a responsibility, and just because I can position myself as a victim, does not make my anger constructive. It never is constructive. Laughter is not our medicine. Stories hold our cure. Laughter is just a honey that sweetens the bitter medicine. I don’t want to unite you with laughter or anger. I just need my story heard, my story felt and understood by individuals with minds of their own. Because, like it or not, your story is my story. And my story is your story. I don’t want my story defined by anger. Do you knew why we had the sunflowers? It’s not because Vincent Van Gogh suffered. It’s because Vincent Van Gogh had a brother who loved him. through all the pain, he had a tether, a connection to the world. And that is the focus of the story we need. Connections.