I tried every possible way to free myself from my native language, because for me it has become synonymous with vulgarity, noise, and bigotry.

 I tried every possible way to free myself from my native language, because for me it has become synonymous with vulgarity, noise, and bigotry. It has reached a point where anything I read or even hear in that language triggers an internal vigilance, as if I’m bracing for a threat. English became a refuge from a language that represents all those unchangeable people in that degenerate society. Then I realized this: the language is etched into my neurons. Just as nationalism is instilled from childhood, a native language shapes a person’s entire way of seeing the world. A person feels foreign to other languages, and this binds them to their own, which serves states well because it creates citizens who will serve them. I wish there were a single world language, but if humanity didn’t have to use any language at all, I wouldn’t even want language to exist, because language itself represents negativity for me.