I am obviously depressed by the thought of having a a strictly non-meat eating diet that is high in carbohydrates. The first part of that sentence stems from the fact that I don't think anyone thinks of that as a good time, yet so many people do it, and therefore I think it is a sad condition. Much akin to smoking copious amounts of weed, playing human and animal killing video games, and eating Taco Bell, because "fuck it, fuck this day, that's what I'm going to do today."

Perhaps if I had filmed myself doing all those drugs, all those times, I wouldn't have done so many. How inane every conversation was in contrast to how fun they were at the time is astounding, and perhaps this would have had a meaningful impact on me, had I forced myself to edit that into some kind of watchable narrative.


Mostly I'm glad that I live far from and completely detached to the desperation of people that pervades the everyday. Personally, I don't think it's just me who is disgusted. The truth in this lies in the sorry state of people's shoes. And whether or not they tuck their shirt in at appropriate times. No, sorry, that's a bit callous and superficial. Really, what I mean to say is that people's sick desperation comes from how little confidence they have in themselves to be completely comfortable with who they are and want to be in life.


It does feel pretty good to be able to accurately google image any conceivable situation though.