Damn.

This is the first time in a while that the sheer amount of excess and indulgence we live in has officially disgusted me.

We run around spending endless amounts of money on copius amounts of chemicals to rattle our brains around while we waste our near limitless potential and complain about all of the stress and drama that our stupid decisions have brought into our lives…

The lives that people DIED to give us the freedom to do ANYTHING with…

And THAT’S what we do with it.

Spend our resources fucking ourselves up and complaining about what comes with it.

Getting wasted and complaining.

Wasting.

Complaining.

People died for this.

For you to have the option of stylishly killing yourself instead of doing something with your life.

Proud?

Yeah, me neither. I feel like I owe some effort to the people who made this possible. The fact that I don’t sit down and think about how grateful I am just to have the option to put myself in the idiotic positions I end up in, let alone gripe about it, makes me feel… disgusting.

Sitting here eating this icee getting paid ten dollars an hour for sitting on my ass and answering phones…

Makes me feel like I owe a whole lot of something…

To a whole lot of someones.

Time to start going on goodwill adventures. I just want to go out and make somebody’s day easier, as many people as I can, in whatever little way I can… because I’m so blessed to be able to do that. Who’s with me?

@10 months ago