When You Break the Rules and Become a Pariah 🚫🏠
I didn’t start out trying to break the rules.
Like many of my generation, I was sold a simple story:
meet someone 💍, marry, have kids 👶, buy a house 🏡, grow old safely 👵.
But then life happened.
And the truth of life became obvious — fast.
That story only works if everything goes right.
And if it doesn’t, the system doesn’t bend — it punishes ⚠️.
The lie of “choice” 🎭
We’re told we have freedom now.
Freedom to love who we want ❤️, live how we want 🌍, work flexibly 💻, delay marriage ⏳, explore life ✨.
But that freedom comes with fine print 📄.
You are only “free” if:
- You never need help 🚫🤝
- You never fall behind 🏃♀️
- You never age without assets 💰
- You never raise a child outside the approved structure 👩👧
The moment you do — you become a problem ❌.
I didn’t reject responsibility — I rejected denial 👀
I lived fully 🌊.
I loved 💞, I traveled ✈️, I worked 🛠️, I learned 📚.
I didn’t rush into marriage out of fear 😨.
I didn’t build a life on illusion 🎪.
When the reality of relationships, economics, and power became clear, I chose truth over performance 🧠 — and that choice is not forgiven in our society.
Later, I had a child 👶.
And that’s when the rules hardened 🧱.
Motherhood is celebrated 🎉 — only if you can carry it entirely alone 💪.
If you can’t, the admiration disappears and judgment takes its place 👀⚖️.
Technology didn’t save us — it enclosed us 📱🔒
I believed, honestly, that technology would help.
That it would:
- Allow flexible work 💻
- Support caregiving 🤱
- Level the playing field ⚖️
- Create new ways to belong 🌐
Instead, tech became the gatekeeper of survival 🚪.
No device? No access 🚫📱.
No constant connection? No services 🔌.
No compliance? You vanish 👻.
Children are plugged in 🎧 because the world is too loud 🔊, fast ⚡, and overstimulating 🤯.
Elders are sedated by screens 📺 because community has collapsed 🧓➡️📱.
Adults cope with dopamine rituals — streaming 🎬, games 🎮, porn 🔞 — because real security is gone.
This isn’t liberation.
It’s dependency disguised as progress 🎭📈.
Vancouver and the cult of “success” 🏙️✨
In cities like Vancouver, you feel it sharply.
Rents are so high 💸 that housing becomes a moral filter 🧹.
Wealth is treated as virtue 🏆.
Poverty as contagion 🦠.
People don’t say it out loud 🤐, but the message is clear:
If you’re struggling, something must be wrong with you.
That’s how a society creates pariahs 🚷 — not through crime, but through non-conformity.
A pariah is not a failure 🌱
A societal pariah is someone punished for revealing the truth:
- That independence is conditional 🔗
- That freedom has limits 🧭
- That care is not actually supported 🏥
- That aging without property is treated as deviance 👵🚫🏠
I didn’t fail the system.
The system failed the test of humanity — and my life made that visible 🔍.
Looking back to look forward 🕰️➡️🌅
My mother’s generation 👩🦳, my grandmother’s 👵, my great-grandmother’s — they lived with fewer choices, but more interdependence 🤝.
We were promised more freedom 🕊️.
What we got was more isolation 🧊.
And now, if you step away from the script 📜 — even thoughtfully, even honestly — you are quietly punished 🔇.
No prison walls.
Just exclusion 🚪.
It’s time to question this ❓
Questioning this doesn’t make you bitter 😠.
It makes you awake 👁️.
Technology should serve life — not replace it 🧠❤️.
Freedom should include care — not punishment 🤝⚖️.
Motherhood 👩👧, aging 👵, and truth 🗝️ should not exile you from society.
If that makes me a pariah 🚷,
then maybe pariahs are simply the people who stopped pretending 🎭.
