what would you think if i had 'shine on' tattood on my shoulder blade
This humanitarianism class is very exhausting. I would enumerate on the paradoxes that plague the humanitarian world, but I'm too tired of doing it. In the middle of the class I often feel really sick about the privileges we have, feel sick that I've participated in what is arguably the worst kinds of benevolence known to man, and I dread that one day I'll think that all of the things I've worked on and care about are truly awful ways of treating the rest of the world. But to sit back and do nothing--that takes either a very strong or a very weak spirit. My rational powers are no match for this shit. It leads me to believe that maybe I really should pay more attention to those things that happen to feel right to me, those things that feel very solid from the inside going out, even though intellect the intellect yelps in protest. Shut up, you fucker! I want to work at Quaker camp until I die!
There are millions of ways to climb a mountain and every one of them right. LOL.
Wow, LOL was a really atrocious thing to write just then. I could delete it, but I just thought I would showcase how dumb I am. Then again, the cat has been out of the bag for...going on two decades.
There are millions of ways to climb a mountain and every one of them right. LOL.
Wow, LOL was a really atrocious thing to write just then. I could delete it, but I just thought I would showcase how dumb I am. Then again, the cat has been out of the bag for...going on two decades.