The other day, I was sitting around feeling sorry for myself bc well, Martin. Then, I came across this article, and it reminded me of something my father has drilled into my brain from a very young age: life is unfair. I have grasped that concept very well, particularly from the perspective of being someone so privileged and realizing that my life really is a cakewalk compared to what else is happening in the world. That’s not to dismiss my emotions and my pain, but… shit, this is some goddamn perspective: Do you care more about a dog than a refugee?

On the lighter side of things, this fascinates me bc it feels like something I would do. I mean, not the bar/hookup part, but the blast from the past kinda thing… A Valentine’s Hey.