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.
How do you know they don’t care about the answer? I bet quite a few do. You gotta adjust the level of detail to how well you know someone, they arent looking for a whole conversation, you both have shit to do. People are generally nicer than you’re giving credit for i think. I have this rosy image cause I talk to a lot of strangers and most are delighted to have a quick chat