I'm surprised by how few people actually appreciate my disposition. I don't bitch, I don't complain, I don't get angry much. I'm relaxed and content almost all the time. Maybe most people are so bored with themselves that they need others to entertain them, even if it's sick, toxic, embarrassing entertainment. I hope to god I will continue to be as happy with myself when I'm in my 30's as I am now.

Dirty rags, empty beer cans, and coins will never dictate my emotions.

Poignant Thought Of The Day

I find the poignance of today in the dichotomy of my news feed. Half of the posts are about the tragic shooting at my high school, but between those posts I see gorgeous pictures of Vienna and simple reflections about a bike ride on a beautiful day by people who have no idea about the shooting. The truth is that daily there are millions of impersonal tragedies and blessings world-wide, and we need to approach every day thoughtfully, graciously, and with gratitude. Those things will keep us humble and will keep us from the self-pity that destroys our good nature and creates anger. Sociopathic violence is born from ungrateful, angry, pitifully self-absorbed people, and we have to keep ourselves and others from that by being thankful, each day, for something no matter how small it may be.

Hasn't self-pity done enough damage to this world? I guarantee you 99% of your problems stem in some way from self-pity. People have these unhealthy perceptions and expectations for themselves and when they think they deserve more than what's actuality, they pity themselves. And when they pity themselves they weaken themselves, and weaken the integrity of the society around them. And if there's only one rule in life that should be followed, it's the golden one, "don't fuck over anyone else." And you fuck everyone over by moping, and raging, and sniveling, and complaining, all differing forms of pity. 

What I would do to have you here to open my packet of hot sauce...