I really wonder why I just don’t have the drive to take everything, get the hell out of this shitty apartment and just go giving away everything to anyone I see needing it, no matter how little I have left. In a day or two I’d have nothing but the clothes on me. There never is any shortage of people worse off than one no matter what one’s state happens to be. In less than a month it would eventually kill me.
Short of preventing/provoking a nuclear attack this is the best of all possible deaths.
Could be grounds for a new mental disorder.
St Francis Syndrome defined as the hysterical need to prove you have a conscience.
I miss having meaningful/fun conversations. It’s so rare I can actually list them these days. Last wast last month, the one before that was sometime in May.
We don’t piss in your ashtrays,
So please don’t throw cigarettes in our urinals.
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I think getting rid of everything and livin off a little would be good for you, but I don’t think you should stop there. Go help out the homeless, volunteer at homeless shelters and churchs, start your own fundraisers, anything you can do to help I guess. I grew up in homeless shelters and shitty little houses and what not and from what I saw everybody, poor or not, could always use a little more love. A little more of YOUR love.
Nah. The only lesson here is I shouldn’t type just after a sleepless night and a splitting headache. Still appreciated though 🙂
Cinderella is proof that a new pair of shoes can change somebody’s life.