I live in Morocco yet I have immense trouble fitting in with Moroccan society. I don’t like the customs, most of the food is pretty mid, our music scene is hot garbage, I’m literally queer (just saying that in front of everyone could get me in prison), everyone is obsessed with football and I’m sick of it, I could go on.
I don’t know if I’m just a rare and strange breed, or if it’s simply a case of “nationality dysphoria”, but I think literally existing in a space like this is embarrassing enough to give me conspiracies to leave. Problem is, there is Moroccan diaspora everywhere, especially in the country I’m interested in (which is Belgium, I just love how wild they are), and locals are sick of us, not to mention… visas, motherf***er. I am basically trapped here, in constant threat of weird looks at best, and literal death at worst. Yeah, this is indeed the most embarrassing thing about me.
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I live in Morocco yet I have immense trouble fitting in with Moroccan society. I don’t like the customs, most of the food is pretty mid, our music scene is hot garbage, I’m literally queer (just saying that in front of everyone could get me in prison), everyone is obsessed with football and I’m sick of it, I could go on.
I don’t know if I’m just a rare and strange breed, or if it’s simply a case of “nationality dysphoria”, but I think literally existing in a space like this is embarrassing enough to give me conspiracies to leave. Problem is, there is Moroccan diaspora everywhere, especially in the country I’m interested in (which is Belgium, I just love how wild they are), and locals are sick of us, not to mention… visas, motherf***er. I am basically trapped here, in constant threat of weird looks at best, and literal death at worst. Yeah, this is indeed the most embarrassing thing about me.