Every american I’ve met has been willing to kill for something, or willing to die for something.
But not a single one of them is willing to be inconvenienced in the slightest. That’s our sickness.
So i spent a long time ruminating on that and now i’m even more depressed than I was and shit is getting bad again. Sorry for the livejournal post, I haven’t made one in a while. Still around.
What are you talking about, i’m constantly inconvenienced all the fucking time by all kinds of things to the point that “willing to be” doesn’t even enter the equation in my thoughts, it’s just my default state
I think it’s less that Americans can’t handle it and more that they can’t handle any more of it
we already have so little time to actually live.