Life can be hard. That is an blanket statement by me because I have never actually experienced a hard life. I literally have no freaking clue what it feels like to be thirsty, hungry, or without shelter. I viewed the destruction in Haiti with a certain amount of empathy, but at the end of the day, it didn’t really affect me…just my Fantasy Beisbol team. I say that in jest because I’m really not the asshole that I just let on. Actually, I feel like villianizing myself a bit more.
Yeah, I texted 90999 to the American Red Cross to help Haiti…thankfully I will be able to sleep well on top of my cushy mattress where I will be able to cross the hall in case I need to use the restroom or walk downstairs in case I am feeling hungry, well…not even hungry, I just feel like eating. I will sleep well with an empty bladder and full stomach and the satisfaction that I took 5 seconds out of my lazy day to text 5 numbers to help people that would literally do anything to be in my predicament.
I feel utterly worthless. I was brought up in a society that champions hard work, selfishness, and greed. But wait…if I am a good person and go to Church, the good things that result in those attributes are considered blessings. I am completely fed up with the American Dream. “I went to grade school to go to middle school. I went to middle school to go to highschool. I went to highschool to go to college. I went to college to get a career. I got a career so I can retire. I retired so I can finally do all those things that I dreamed of doing when I was young and able.” How backwards is that!?
If anyone that read this actually donated to Haiti, I do not mean to put down those actions. This is just my weird way of dealing with this absurdly ridiculous society that we were born into. Money is the culprit, and now that I am running out of it, I see how worthless it really is.
dscarroll
