thatmikeguy

So I'm reading this book about Chechnya and the war there(which is kind of odd because I bought it like 2 days before the whole school hostage thing happened).

The whole thing is very grounding. It's easy to get wrapped up in a narrow scope of life... to see all of your problems in relation to all of your pleasures and forget that it's all relative.

I am one of the luckiest bastards on the planet (along with at least most of you reading this). Although mostly it all just makes me want to sell all of my belongings, and go attempt to help someone who really needs it. I have a tendency to want to save the world though... which would most likely end up with me putting myself in a position to not help anyone. I guess the smart thing to do would be to take the money they pay me to make games (how ridiculous is that) and send it to someone who hasn't eaten in a week.

wow, that makes me feel like a spoiled fucking rich kid.

maybe I should re-write this and splice *guilt* in between all the words

It's amazing I can ever relax. Oh wait, I can't!



EDITED TO ADD:

The book is "A Small Corner of Hell: Dispatches from Chechnya," and consists of lots of personal stories of civilians there, not championing (in fact being highly critical of) both militant sides of the conflict.