I’m a happy person. In all the important ways.
But I’ve seen it, the pain and the shit. I’ve had close family members die tragically. I’ve lost my job. I’ve suffered from mental illness. I’ve been fat. I’ve been thin. I’ve been part of the in-crowd. I’ve been a socially awkward outcast.
And sometimes, when I see people complain about not being “elite” and whining and complaining and such-and-such, it makes me stabby.
Get your crap together and grow a pair.
You make your own life.
(Unfollow at will.)