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Cranky Arachnid is Cranky. I want shiny electronic toys. I want sushi. I want weed. I want things.
Yeah, yeah, first world problems. I'm not starving. I'm not homeless. I don't have cancer. I have love and friendship and blue skies and butterflies. But y'know what? I don't have three arms either. I'm not a rhinoceros. I'm not being actively mauled by a bear. I'm not a lot of things I don't want to be, and I don't have a lot of things I don't want to have.
As I've said before and will say again, I refuse to be grateful, especially for things like a roof over my head and food on my table. This is the twenty-first fuckin' century and there is not a single reason that the most fundamental dignities of life should not be available to all people in this world. I appreciate them, but I'm not grateful for them. "Grateful" implies charity or a handout; it implies that I should be bowing and saying "oh thank you thank you." Fuk dat.
And yes, I'm looking for a job. No, I don't expect a handout. But I am allowed to want things, even frivolous things, even materialistic things, even luxuries.
So fuck gratitude. Fuck mindfulness. Fuck your platitudes. Fuck "the things money can't buy." People who say money can't buy happiness usually have enough money to buy the things that make them happy.
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Yeah, yeah, first world problems. I'm not starving. I'm not homeless. I don't have cancer. I have love and friendship and blue skies and butterflies. But y'know what? I don't have three arms either. I'm not a rhinoceros. I'm not being actively mauled by a bear. I'm not a lot of things I don't want to be, and I don't have a lot of things I don't want to have.
As I've said before and will say again, I refuse to be grateful, especially for things like a roof over my head and food on my table. This is the twenty-first fuckin' century and there is not a single reason that the most fundamental dignities of life should not be available to all people in this world. I appreciate them, but I'm not grateful for them. "Grateful" implies charity or a handout; it implies that I should be bowing and saying "oh thank you thank you." Fuk dat.
And yes, I'm looking for a job. No, I don't expect a handout. But I am allowed to want things, even frivolous things, even materialistic things, even luxuries.
So fuck gratitude. Fuck mindfulness. Fuck your platitudes. Fuck "the things money can't buy." People who say money can't buy happiness usually have enough money to buy the things that make them happy.
This entry was originally posted at http://spiderine.dreamwidth.org/542687.html. There are
comments over there. I've disabled LJ's Facebook and Twitter cross-posting idiocy as much as I can, but if you're especially concerned, feel free to comment there.