bleeding heart
I just spent an entire morning doing my laundry and watching MuchMusic. I ate two packets of instant oatmeal mixed with organic peanut butter. I complained because my feet were cold and my favourite video didn't get played.
And the rest of the world? Huddled in a dark, cold corner and waited to be killed off by the next epidemic, war or drunk driver. Tried to keep spirits up as their stomachs started digesting themselves, ignoring the wrenching pains of a typical day.
So why was I chosen to be a fat, rich, white man's daughter? While a million other girls my age desperately battle to keep themselves alive, and all I can worry about is getting a job to help inflate the bloated, gross mass-education system in one of the greatest countries in the world? Take it; you can have it.
I don't want to be privileged. The word shouldn't exist. No one has the right to have more than any other person. Then why is our entire world centered on that principle, the principle of 'stuff matters?'
If all that was wrong in this entire world was embodied in one crass, obscene bloated person, would you hesitate to pull the trigger?
Why must our enitre world center on things that just don't matter? We waste our greatest resources by allowing the idiocy of it to continue. And why do I have to be caught in the middle of it? I don't want to have more than the rest of the world! I'd rather live in the ugliest most desolate place if only I knew the rest of the world had what I have. WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS?
If he'd just had the life I've had so far, he could've turned out to be one of the most gentle souls who led this world to quiet, healthy revolution. But no. The utter selfishness and pure stupidity of those around him turned his gentle spirit to pure anger and tore him to shreds. Sure, if it'd been different he would never have written what he did. But I'd trade his most beautiful, soul-wrenching work for the knowledge that he is still alive and whole.
The knowledge of Kurt Cobain's life has turned mine into a maelstrom of anger. This can't continue; but what am I supposed to do, stuck in the idiotically privileged position I am? Strip it away, give it all away, just help someone else...
And the rest of the world? Huddled in a dark, cold corner and waited to be killed off by the next epidemic, war or drunk driver. Tried to keep spirits up as their stomachs started digesting themselves, ignoring the wrenching pains of a typical day.
So why was I chosen to be a fat, rich, white man's daughter? While a million other girls my age desperately battle to keep themselves alive, and all I can worry about is getting a job to help inflate the bloated, gross mass-education system in one of the greatest countries in the world? Take it; you can have it.
I don't want to be privileged. The word shouldn't exist. No one has the right to have more than any other person. Then why is our entire world centered on that principle, the principle of 'stuff matters?'
If all that was wrong in this entire world was embodied in one crass, obscene bloated person, would you hesitate to pull the trigger?
Why must our enitre world center on things that just don't matter? We waste our greatest resources by allowing the idiocy of it to continue. And why do I have to be caught in the middle of it? I don't want to have more than the rest of the world! I'd rather live in the ugliest most desolate place if only I knew the rest of the world had what I have. WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS?
If he'd just had the life I've had so far, he could've turned out to be one of the most gentle souls who led this world to quiet, healthy revolution. But no. The utter selfishness and pure stupidity of those around him turned his gentle spirit to pure anger and tore him to shreds. Sure, if it'd been different he would never have written what he did. But I'd trade his most beautiful, soul-wrenching work for the knowledge that he is still alive and whole.
The knowledge of Kurt Cobain's life has turned mine into a maelstrom of anger. This can't continue; but what am I supposed to do, stuck in the idiotically privileged position I am? Strip it away, give it all away, just help someone else...