I always feel like a hormonal
little tweenage girl whenever I wake up in a bad mood. Usually there is absolutely zero reason for
it. None. Sure I have classes and such, but so does
everyone else. So what causes my
prepubescent desire to whine in the mornings?
Waking up to a jackhammer didn't help. But that’s just annoying. And honestly my life is pretty darn
good. (I will rarely talk about my own
life in here, but deal with it for like two sentences because it’s relevant. …
And I wanna brag a little) I have a
great home and home-away-from-home, awesome roommates, enough free time to
climb as many things as I want (I’m a climber, in case that wasn’t clear and/or
you don’t know me), caring parents, and an amazing girlfriend. Seriously, when I start to complain and I
think of what I actually have to complain about… I feel like an idiot.
And true, we all need to whine a
little bit; we all have problems, and no matter how small they tend to matter
to us in some way or another. I think
50% of all conversations have to do with one side complaining to the other
anyway.
If one thing ever makes me shut up,
though, it’s witnessing someone who has SO much more to complain about. Seeing a homeless drunk passed out on the
grass at 4 in the afternoon in Santa Monica is usually one of those things.
And I have to wonder… how did they
get there? Where did they go so wrong
that they turned out penniless, so far into their life? What mistakes did they make? What will they do when they awaken from their
drunken stupor? The judgmental part of
me thinks they will just beg for more money for alcohol and continue the
cycle.
Another part of me wants to believe
that they have just hit a rough patch.
Maybe one day they will start the next company able to compete with
Apple and Microsoft.
Or maybe they’ll just get inspired
and patent a new, incredibly powerful brand of deodorant…
Homeless people smell.
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