Pack it up, pack it in; let me begin.
For people born before World War 2, I guess having an abundance of food is a big thing.
As most of the world moves towards eating less - except for some places which still suffer from starvation and gluttony - the people born before the post-war baby boom still cling on to wartime mentalities.
Which is, whatever.
Another thing is this culture of suffering and pain.
Some believe that pain, torture and suffering as a badge of honour. And so they live their lives in pain and suffer in order to stay relevant.
Okay. None of my fucking business.
I just don't buy it.
In other words, fuck you, man.
I do not believe that you need to suffer or be in pain to be reminded that you are alive.
I do not think pain is a validation for existence.
I do not believe in sacrificing yourself to save the world.
Been there. Done that. No fucking way, man.
I did what I could, in the short time available to me. Nothing more I can do.
Let's see what happens next.
