sick sick sick

I feel like I'm in hiding. Staying with your parents for a couple of days while you recoup from illness and blisters on the bottoms of your feet has a way of making you feel that way.

I've been thinking a lot lately about how mental health, and taking care of it, is a luxury available to the rich, whereas the working class is forced to keep their nose to the pavement and work their way through. In our society it is more important to keep proling, keep working for nothing to survive so long as you continue to pay the taxes that dont actually benefit you in any way.

I've had a lot of things go wrong in my life over the past while, things that were beyond my control, from realizing that at my age my job is grossly unproductive or beneficial for my future, to the fact that in a weekend i lost my ipod, dslr and computer. well the computer got fixed, but seriously, 215$ later, i definitely cant afford to fix the rest. That is just a very small portion of the laundry list of how fucked up my life has been.

At least I dont have cancer, yet. I guess that is the point. the working class isnt afforded the right, or the help, to walk away from our lives for a period of time to take care of our health, mental and/or physical. That is astronomically fucked up to me. I'll use the acronym fubar. Totally fubar.

I have a lot more to say on the subject.

Unfortunately since I'm at my parents house I dont have access to my stockpile of photography, however I do have a number of photographs from Anita's wedding, and that was a recent and happy memory.





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