<p>Why does everyone assume it’s just so EASY? And yes, it’s unfair for me to feel that way, but I don’t treat Asians any differently than I would whites/blacks/Hispanics/everyone else.</p>
<p>And no, I did not live in a war-torn country. I lived in Los Angeles, in a modern sweatshop when my parents were new aliens to the USA. I did visit war-torn Asia many, many times though.</p>
<p>I know that in European, American, Hispanic, Asian, whatever other culture there is that are bound to be people who abuse their kids.</p>
<p>But I didn’t witness that firsthand. I hear about it. Hearing about it is a lot worse than actually going through it.</p>
<p>My parents were amazing parents. Who we lived with when I was younger, however, were not amazing. I have nightmares of marrying of those people and being killed, of having kids with those people and having them killed…</p>
<p>It’s not like I can control those nightmares.</p>
<p>So why do I have a preference for white guys? When I was younger, I moved to rural Oklahoma–nearly all white people. Some of my first friends were Native Americans and boys of German background. People who cared for me voluntarily. Their faces and familiarity became a trigger for comfort.</p>
<p>Is it fair? No. But everyone has a preference for one thing or another.</p>
<p>“It must have to do with a confining minority group. I dunno how numbered Asian people are in Florida, but living in Cali, I surely would not associate physical discipline (which I recieved often, deservingly) with my race.”</p>
<p>Yes, it was a confining minority group. We little band of refugee misfits, a group of malicious comrades whom my parents were saddled with.</p>
<p>That isn’t to say that I’ve grown out of a LOT of my fear. As I became more open to the world in general, I’ve met and loved many kind and wonderful Asians, like any other race. But still, my roots always come back to pull me down when I least expect it.</p>