I love traveling, meeting people from all over the world, and comparing and contrasting our respective life experiences. It’s a fun and fascinating process and I’ve made some very good friends along the way.
But this year, being the only American in most situations, I’ve grown so weary of apologizing for where I was born. In particular, whenever I find myself in a group of Western Europeans, some of them really seem to make a mission of reminding me how ashamed I should feel of my citizenship.
You know what? I do feel that way a lot, but the more misdirected anger I accept, the more I secretly think I’m not the only one who should be ashamed.