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.
I switched to “oh you know” and “another day” a while back and I’ve noticed a lot of other people have similar statements now too. Usually a response of “yeah…” or sarcasm.
I don’t think people are doing okay, and I don’t think very many people have any hope for the future.