whatever.

i think

What I’ve felt so often recently is just a deep sense of disappointment-though that isn’t quite the right word-with society.  This sort of hopeless anguish about these people who either don’t care about the world or care too much about these things that matter so little compared to things that do.

How can you care so much about abortion when there are people dying of curable diseases and starvation, and in the streets of your country no less? (As if your countrymen are more important than others who live on Earth). But really this question is how can you care about a bundle of cells but not the person those cells may become? And how can you feel comfortable with your life in a society that finds abusive men acceptable and cheerful entertainment? Or one in which so many people blame women for being raped or abused? 

I don’t even know how to describe how I feel when I think of these things. Torn apart inside, by my own emotions. 

Additionally (because I’ve been thinking not working): I do nothing to stop these things, what I dwell on so constantly sometimes. Partly because I don’t know where I would start with what I perceive to be wrong, or how I would go about trying to at least change something a little, and partially because I’m a lazy fuck. Though I suppose spending time working at a soup kitchen or something along those lines would make me personally feel better about maybe something but obviously not everything. And I often just want to write letters to every republican in the house of representatives that is just like, “What is wrong with you?” However what that would achieve is probably not much and I will receive some form letter about said representative being pleased to hear from me and I would be yet more discontent with the state of things.