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’ll take a “hey” and a nod over the bullshit. if people communicated autistically it would make the thing you and galaxybrain want to do easier because the signal would be clear and honest instead of drowning in the meaningless noise.