I need your attention

Is it messed up that I expect some sort of acknowledgement from someone for living through my latter teen years in acute fear of rejection and racism, alone in a primarily white country America. I arrived to Lake Leelanau, MI in 2004 and had very little understanding of “real” America. I expected to be greeted by my peers, maybe even hoarded and asked a bunch of questions about my homeland. At least that’s what most of us did back home when we met someone from a different part of the world. Instead I found that most people had no interest in me whatsoever. I got some attention from the girl but I strangely had very little interest in romantic relationships in those days.

That’s all!