Firstly, I'm not the biggest fan when it comes to the discussion of topic.

Secondly, the reason why I hate talking about stuff like this is because I hate forcing my beliefs and ideas to strangers on the internet. You’re entitled to your opinion and truths whether I agree with it or not, and the fact I’m expressing my opinion on such a public domain, in a way, feels passive aggressive.

Now that you have been warned how I feel about this whole sexual rape gross disgusting poopy shit, let us discuss.

I will be the first, or maybe not first to admit, that in the past, I have had a stringent opinion on a matter that I have not bothered to read about or additionally researched, because I am an entitled loud-mouthed human being.

Thankfully, that eventually caught up with me, and an intelligent human being called me out on my bullshit.

So, on my commute back from work, I read 3 articles on Brock Turner’s rape trials, the letter sent from Brock’s father to the judge, and finished reading the open letter from the female student.

I was one of the many people who had no hesitation in signing all the petitions to elongate Turner’s time in prison.

Then, the thought of what it would be like to be Brock’s mother and father popped into my mind.

And that was really really difficult.

Don’t get me wrong, reading the female’s open letter was hell. Like I said above, I finished reading her letter today. It took me 3 days to read it. There are parts of the letter that are excruciatingly agonizing to read, I don’t need to tell you that. When she talks about how her sister apologizes to her numerous of times in gasping tears, you can hear the nauseating rage through her words. When she talks about how Turner told the judge, “[she] liked it. [She] liked it,” it was awesome to finally understand that human beings are fucking majestic mind-readers and I was really relieved to know that we can fully interpret and read each other's feelings, in fact, label them whatever the hell we want. Thanks Brock, I learnt something new today.

But for the first time, I glanced outside of the immediate case presented, and shifted my view to the people affected, besides the obvious two.

Because I could not imagine what it would be like to write a plea to a judge because my son had raped someone. My son, who had worked so hard in high school, a sociable kid, great swimmer, and a person who I had believed I raised right and true for 19 plus years, raped someone on a drunk college night.

Can you imagine what that would be like?

Can you?

Because I could; all I needed to do was change Brock Turner’s name to my little brother’s name.

What would you do?

When the person you knew to be a warm person whom you love to the next 3 galaxies and back does something unforgivable?

It made me rethink my actions in signing an internet petition that I had really no say in. I don’t think Brock Turner is a monster. I think what he did is juvenile and vile and accounted for, but I don’t think his rape determines who he is for the rest of his life. It will probably always be a part of his story but people grow and learn. However, people grow and learn only if they truly understand the weight of their actions and choices.

I’m not writing this article to garner sympathy for Brock Turner, that is the last thing I want to do. Please don’t do that. I’m writing so that we can take a step back from everyone fucking bickering and having an opinion about this private case that was made public. Give the girl a break, respect her privacy, don’t try to look up her name on google, don’t ask your friends from Standford what’s going on. If you read her letter, you know what’s going on: she had to read articles about herself and find out what happened to herself through the news. Don’t go have this discussion with every mother-fucking impenitent Bernie or Trump supporting feminist who hates lotion and good-ass omelettes, who has an opinion about everything. Instead, talk about it with your younger siblings, talk about it with your daughters or sons if they are old enough to understand what happened.

I hate imposing my thoughts and beliefs on people, but this will be maybe the one time I will do it, sorry.

Let’s take a fucking step back, eat some good food, chill the fuck down, and make an impact within our immediate bubble.

I’ll be asking my brother who’s a sophomore in high school, what he thinks about the situation and how he thinks it should be handled. And for the first time, I’ll shut my mouth for more than 30 minutes. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t know how it should be handled. I don’t know how it should be handled, but now he’s thinking about it. Don’t take the easy route and just babble your thoughts on social media asking people to sign an internet petition.

Do the uncomfortable thing. Talk about it with your dad, talk about it with your guy friends. Do it. Do it and make a change for the future generations.

P.S. You can babble your thoughts on social media and ask people to sign an internet petition. I was just kidding.

P.P.S. https://www.change.org/p/california-state-house-re...

I praise the brave female for so eloquently sharing her story, enabling us to partly feel her emotions throughout her journey. Her letter is beautiful and profoundly sad, but nevertheless empowering in the most delicate way. Thank you for sharing.