A New Kind Of Culture

My English homework tonight was to write about my feelings on my heritage, so here's what I wrote.

A New Kind of Culture
I really don’t care about my heritage. I feel like “okay, that’s great, I’m here, who cares about some dead people I don’t even know?” I think I’m from Scotland and Germany, but I’m not entirely sure. I don’t really feel connected to any specific culture. Why do I have to be either Scottish or German or Japanese or American? Why can’t I just be Moriah? Why do I need a culture? Why can’t I just start a new culture? I’m not like the stereotypical Scottish girl with braids and a kilt and bagpipes, I’m not a yodeling, beer obsessed German, I’m not a grade obsessing, very polite, kill myself to be talented Japanese person and I’m not a idiotic, meat-loving, sports and fashion obsessed, popular-wannabe, ignorant and over-consuming water buffalo American! I’m Moriah, a girl who likes braids, hates all alcohol, over-apologizes and tries to not be ignorant. I like talking with my friends, writing and spazing. Why isn’t that a culture? I think that if I do have a culture, it’s a completely unique one, individual to me. I don’t feel American. I don’t feel English. I don’t feel Scottish. I don’t even feel Mormon. I just feel like me, Moriah. My ancestors aren’t a part of me, they were completely different people. I’m glad they existed, otherwise I wouldn’t but I am not obsessed with them. I am my own person, not my ancestors. If they loved kilts and beer, that’s great, but I don’t have to. My heritage is great in that it exists, but honestly, “who cares?” is my opinion. I care about the future, not the past.