I love America. That is so fucking hard to say and so many people will be critical of that and my inner Marxist just fucking screams at me, but I do. I love the constant refills of drinks, the fake smiles people give, the friendliness of everyone, I love my friends, I love grilling and then going swimming. Today we were at the park, and we were the only table of mostly white people and it made me so happy and I just kept drunkenly talking about how proud I was to be American. I love the diversity and I acknowledge that there is racism, but we are making progress and for the amount of diversity there is, people are still pretty fucking friendly. This sounds so fucking sappy, but I am happy to live where I live and know who I know.