I've been reading the book Beloved, which is not only haunting and horrifying, but based on actual facts. Humans really were treated that violently.
I've been studying the effects of factory farming and GMO's for a few years now. But in time I tend to forget, because forgetting makes it all go away, right?
It's frustrating to think that even when I try continuously to eat raw and green, it's still smothered with chemicals pesticides herbicides etc.
I hate our celebrity obsessed culture. Who cares about the all these ridiculous people?!!! I'm not saying they're bad people- they're probably not. But we have got to stop obsessing over them. Live your own fucking life- STOP COMPARING. Stop admiring them because they have 7 million Instagram followers, a range rover, and look pretty to societal standards.
We should be valuing selflessness, the educated humans, the humans who give their love and time to others. Those who don't deprive themselves of food and nutrients, but rather feast on knowledge and books. Those who have a hunger to travel the world and satiate themselves with the company of those they love and the new faces they meet. The women who nurture and love us, the men who protect and educate us.
I've been angry lately; When I should be the exact opposite. Loving and kind. Why is it so hard for me to do that? I'm angry at the ways of the world.
Two days ago, I was mad that I was no longer receiving male attention from a certain someone involved in my life. Now? What do I care? Was I really letting someone and something so trivial effect my outlook of the day?
The answer is yes. And frankly, it's pathetic.
I was sitting in the window corner of the dining room at my university. Typing this. When I petite and squeaky girl approaches and asks "is this seat taken?"
I was nervous and the girl was a bit peculiar. I said sure. She was friendly. And sweet. And naive. And I guess she just really wanted someone to talk to. Which maybe I needed.