Yesterday at work, someone put a barrel in my office building with pictures of hungry little kids taped to it. I realize that this was done in order to get people to donate food for the local food drive, but I still can't get those images out of my mind. I don' t know why, but there was one picture in particular, of a smling baby eating spaghetti, that has really been haunting me.
When I think about the fact that I eat 75% of my meals at restaurants, cafes, and sandwich shops... I really hate myself. I hate the fact that class systems exists. I hate the fact that some of us eat cake while others are starving for bread. I hate the fact that the rich get richer while the poor get poorer.
I have always been a supporter of social welfare programs, but now I have to ask myself if I've been looking at things the wrong way. It's easy to turn your back on suffering faces, and hope that the government will provide for those you can't bare the sight of.
I really think I need to do something.
eNtRopY
When I think about the fact that I eat 75% of my meals at restaurants, cafes, and sandwich shops... I really hate myself. I hate the fact that class systems exists. I hate the fact that some of us eat cake while others are starving for bread. I hate the fact that the rich get richer while the poor get poorer.
I have always been a supporter of social welfare programs, but now I have to ask myself if I've been looking at things the wrong way. It's easy to turn your back on suffering faces, and hope that the government will provide for those you can't bare the sight of.
I really think I need to do something.
eNtRopY
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marla:
Hey entropy! babies eating spaghetti would leave an impression on my mind, too, as in, it would give me nightmares! Sorry, but the way they get it all over their faces has not yet ceased to disgust me. I know how you feel though. Especially about children. They don't know anything, they have no choice, etc, and by the time they would be old enough, their brains are so underdeveloped by malnutrition that they can't really do anything about it then either. This is something I think about when I want to wallow in an "i hate the world" depression. I don't really hate the world. I just have a lot of disappointment. I hope things are well. How's melissa?
entropy:
Melissa's seems happy. She is going through one of her anti-technology phases right now; so, I don't know when she'll be back online. Lately, she's been spending most of her free time making jewelry out of amethyst and garnet. She wants me to take her mining for quartz sometime this summer. It might be fun. We could bring a tent and make it a camping trip.