After some years of living life one can become a bit callous to privileged people, especially Americans, born in a sanitary hospital, raised in a clean (hell a dwelling period) home, with enough food, clean water, clean clothes (hell, any clothes), with money for a computer, a free education available, etc.
I don't think I go through life devoid of sympathy or empathy, I just don't have enough left over after seeing children burned to crispy critters by napalm, starving in the streets or their tiny little bodies stacked like cord wood in a cart. Or the bodies of a whole village after being massacred because the dead chose to worship THEIR god differently. Need I go on?
I guess it's all a matter of perspective.
IIN, that I consider people who commit suicide to be badasses?
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After some years of living life one can become a bit callous to privileged people, especially Americans, born in a sanitary hospital, raised in a clean (hell a dwelling period) home, with enough food, clean water, clean clothes (hell, any clothes), with money for a computer, a free education available, etc.
I don't think I go through life devoid of sympathy or empathy, I just don't have enough left over after seeing children burned to crispy critters by napalm, starving in the streets or their tiny little bodies stacked like cord wood in a cart. Or the bodies of a whole village after being massacred because the dead chose to worship THEIR god differently. Need I go on?
I guess it's all a matter of perspective.