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I don't know what I want to do with my life.
Hell, at this point I don't even know what life is. How very existential of me.
Today my comp professor was speaking about "emotional distancing" and began telling a story as an example. She started crying and couldn't finish. She barely even started. And even though I've been around her for a grand total of 6 hours, it shook me. I don't know why. I guess there are a lot of things I don't know the reasons for.
I don't want to live for money. People who determine the value of their lives by the money in their pockets make me sick. When you die, money doesn't die with you. It lives forever to infect future souls with the disease of greed. In the San Antonio Express News, there was a story about a man who ate bad food from dumpsters and stopped talking to his uncle over a $6.00 debt. When people searched his property, a little ramshackle house and a tool shed, they found $2 million buried in the ground. People who measure their lives in dollars really, really make me sick.
There are kids on campus who cherish their newest bag more than the education they receive. There are celebrities who are too lazy to wash their shitty drawers so they buy new underwear for each day. There are people who drink only fresh Fiji water and think the stuff from the tap is poison, when really water is water is water is water.
When did things of value become devalued? When did meaningless possessions become the object of affection?
Hell, at this point I don't even know what life is. How very existential of me.
Today my comp professor was speaking about "emotional distancing" and began telling a story as an example. She started crying and couldn't finish. She barely even started. And even though I've been around her for a grand total of 6 hours, it shook me. I don't know why. I guess there are a lot of things I don't know the reasons for.
I don't want to live for money. People who determine the value of their lives by the money in their pockets make me sick. When you die, money doesn't die with you. It lives forever to infect future souls with the disease of greed. In the San Antonio Express News, there was a story about a man who ate bad food from dumpsters and stopped talking to his uncle over a $6.00 debt. When people searched his property, a little ramshackle house and a tool shed, they found $2 million buried in the ground. People who measure their lives in dollars really, really make me sick.
There are kids on campus who cherish their newest bag more than the education they receive. There are celebrities who are too lazy to wash their shitty drawers so they buy new underwear for each day. There are people who drink only fresh Fiji water and think the stuff from the tap is poison, when really water is water is water is water.
When did things of value become devalued? When did meaningless possessions become the object of affection?