The Story About Comparisons
I feel like I’m one of the only people who I went to high school with who isn’t pregnant, doesn’t live in suburbia, isn’t married, doesn’t have a truck / kids and isn’t fucked with serious mortgage debt.
We should be happy that we only have $30 for our groceries every few days. We know happiness. Fuck those guys.
Do we Josh? Do we know happiness? Sometimes I think the same thing as you and then I think, if I should ever happen to impregnate someone (wife or girlfriend or friendly prostitute), I’d be super fucked.
I think we’re all different types of happy, and that changes mit your status. ie. “I am free and have no need to take out a mortgage” happiness, to, “I have someone to live for and have no way to take out a mortgage because I’ve been living ‘free’ for so long” happiness.
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