Optimism is not always dumb.
Pessimism is not always deep.
Much like happiness is not cheap and sadness not always profound.
“I feel the loss of that famous person’s death, I feel them missing from my life.”
“Those riots on the other side of the world meant so much to me.”
“A tragedy like that touches us all.”
TOTAL BALLS!
My thoughts are not with you.
My prayers are not with you.
Claiming a personal stake in the suffering of the day does not make you a better person.
Telling people you care about something does not mean you care about it.
Acting like you are sad about something does not mean you are sad.
Tearing things down does not make others stupid and you smart.
These events are not poker chips to stack beside your name in a fruitless effort to feel important for a fleeting moment.
What you are trying to do is fake, a silhouette.
Live your life.
Care about real things.
Amass actions.
Help people.
Work at it.
You will only change the world when you change yourself first.
Oh and clean your room.
So I can’t go to the sit in then Dad? said Teen.
Instalment Fifty Five
I can’t agree more, I hate kids.
But you work with kids?
Yeah.
Young kids!
You’re damn right.
And you hate them?
Can’t stand ‘em.
So why do you do it?
You are looking at this all wrong. A nurse doesn’t like sick people, a Phsychologist doesn’t love crazy people, an exterminator doesn’t love bugs, an Oncologist doesn’t LOVE cancer.
Are you saying children are like cancer?
You are missing my point. Those people, they cure a problem. They are problem solvers. Like me.
What problem do you solve?
Children, I solve the problem of children.
You solve the problem?
Have you seen them? All wiggly and giggly. Thick as a post, crying, whinging, they don’t know if they are coming or going and they don’t even care. I hate them so much I have devoted my life to curing those little bastards.
And just how do you do that?
You give me a kid and I will sap all the wonder and joy from them, the spark from their eyes and the spring from their step. You give me a child and I will give you back an adult. I am a destroyer of children. I am a Teacher.
But you work with kids?
Yeah.
Young kids!
You’re damn right.
And you hate them?
Can’t stand ‘em.
So why do you do it?
You are looking at this all wrong. A nurse doesn’t like sick people, a Phsychologist doesn’t love crazy people, an exterminator doesn’t love bugs, an Oncologist doesn’t LOVE cancer.
Are you saying children are like cancer?
You are missing my point. Those people, they cure a problem. They are problem solvers. Like me.
What problem do you solve?
Children, I solve the problem of children.
You solve the problem?
Have you seen them? All wiggly and giggly. Thick as a post, crying, whinging, they don’t know if they are coming or going and they don’t even care. I hate them so much I have devoted my life to curing those little bastards.
And just how do you do that?
You give me a kid and I will sap all the wonder and joy from them, the spark from their eyes and the spring from their step. You give me a child and I will give you back an adult. I am a destroyer of children. I am a Teacher.
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