I used to be a crybaby, like I would always be my uncles' favorite person to mess with, because I'm a kid who'd cry a waterfall. My parents are pissed about it because, you know it, Filipino parents hate it when their male eldest son is a crybaby, because that male eldest son is expected to be next-in-rank to the father and he's supposedly tough, gritty, and strong. That's not what I am though. I was actually surprised when my mother told my sister that I was really tough. I thought it was a wrong perception of what I really feel --- I just try to hide my issues to myself because they would ask me to do so anyway and ask me further to toughen up, to fight regardless. It indeed was a tough act. But I don't feel that I've toughened up by doing such. I just don't trust anyone would pay attention and just invalidate all my struggles, that my struggles are far too shallow compared to the poverty they've been into and all. Workplace is even worse. I have ...