My dad was your typical “centrist” republican and I was raised not to have opinions on things. The idealized man in my home was basically Eco’s ur-fascist. All of my communications with friends were monitored. One time I got in trouble for being gay because I wasn’t homophobic enough in turning down my friend’s advances. That sort of home.

The one thing I’d hammer into my young head is that nobody else knows what the fuck they’re talking about, either, and that goes double for anyone who claims otherwise. Just trust yourself to do what’s right and it’ll be fine. You might make mistakes, you might do the wrong thing sometimes, you might make people upset on occasion, but whatever, at least you’re making an effort. The desire to help others regardless of their “worth” doesn’t make you weak.