can you imagine someone w/ real problems listening to our first world whining about being sad, insecure, socially anxious, scared of the future
my grandparents lived through famine. ate potato skins for dinner. had their hometown invaded by nazis.
and we... have anxiety?
good times truly make soft men; is it any wonder we seem to be entering hard times?
if too many of us can't seem to take our heads out of our collective asses for long enough to focus on actual problems, rather than pretend internet drama or sad feelings
well. we'll see.