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scariestbug:

these idiot s fell right into my trap. the menu tonight is rich ppl soup


I feel like this soup would be really bland

scariestbug:

these idiot s fell right into my trap. the menu tonight is rich ppl soup

I feel like this soup would be really bland

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leatherglitzglam:

Best thing ever

leatherglitzglam:

Best thing ever

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Did you know, you can quit your job, you can leave university? You aren’t legally required to have a degree, it’s a social pressure and expectation, not the law, and no one is holding a gun to your head. You can sell your house, you can give up your apartment, you can even sell your vehicle, and your things that are mostly unnecessary. You can see the world on a minimum wage salary, despite the persisting myth, you do not need a high paying job. You can leave your friends (if they’re true friends they’ll forgive you, and you’ll still be friends) and make new ones on the road. You can leave your family. You can depart from your hometown, your country, your culture, and everything you know. You can sacrifice. You can give up your $5.00 a cup morning coffee, you can give up air conditioning, frequent consumption of new products. You can give up eating out at restaurants and prepare affordable meals at home, and eat the leftovers too, instead of throwing them away. You can give up cable TV, Internet even. This list is endless. You can sacrifice climbing up in the hierarchy of careers. You can buck tradition and others’ expectations of you. You can triumph over your fears, by conquering your mind. You can take risks. And most of all, you can travel. You just don’t want it enough. You want a degree or a well-paying job or to stay in your comfort zone more. This is fine, if it’s what your heart desires most, but please don’t envy me and tell me you can’t travel. You’re not in a famine, in a desert, in a third world country, with five malnourished children to feed. You probably live in a first world country. You have a roof over your head, and food on your plate. You probably own luxuries like a cellphone and a computer. You can afford the $3.00 a night guest houses of India, the $0.10 fresh baked breakfasts of Morocco, because if you can afford to live in a first world country, you can certainly afford to travel in third world countries, you can probably even afford to travel in a first world country. So please say to me, “I want to travel, but other things are more important to me and I’m putting them first”, not, “I’m dying to travel, but I can’t”, because I have yet to have someone say they can’t, who truly can’t. You can, however, only live once, and for me, the enrichment of the soul that comes from seeing the world is worth more than a degree that could bring me in a bigger paycheck, or material wealth, or pleasing society. Of course, you must choose for yourself, follow your heart’s truest desires, but know that you can travel, you’re only making excuses for why you can’t. And if it makes any difference, I have never met anyone who has quit their job, left school, given up their life at home, to see the world, and regretted it. None. Only people who have grown old and regretted never traveling, who have regretted focusing too much on money and superficial success, who have realized too late that there is so much more to living than this.

Wunderkammer: Did You Know  (via savarnas)

Oh my fucking-

Okay.

See, I read this quote.  Then I read it again.  Then I followed the links to learn a little bit more about the author.  She’s a 22 year old woman named Susanna Cole King, and she has a main blog and a tumblr.  She describes herself on both as a “sculptor of words, nomad & nonconformist, adventurer & ramblin’ [sic] raconteur.”  She seems like a sweet girl with a genuine desire to be a good and kind person, if a bit overly flowery in her sculpting, and I wish her many years of happiness and success in her chosen endeavors.  So, Ms. Cole-King, bear this in mind when I say:

Fuck you, you sanctimonious, self-righteous, narrow-minded little shit.

Fuck.  You.

I can’t do all of those wonderful things that you’re talking about.  Not ‘won’t.’  Not ‘prioritizing other things first.’  Cannot.

“But why?” you may ask.  “Why can’t you free yourself from the shackles of consumerist slave-culture and live free and happy?  I did, so you can too!”

Because I, and everyone else in the world, are not you.  We are not “one” like your blog says  We are not all conventionally beautiful, acceptably-thin, able-bodied, white young women living in a first-world nation with a middle-to-upper class upbringing and a loving, supportive family.  The vast, vast majority of us have a lot more to worry about than the things that you list. 

Some of us have mental and physical health problems.  Some of us have children.  Some of us have children with health problems.  Some of us have parents and siblings and partners with health problems, and all of the mounting medical expenses that are accrued with that, even with health insurance.  Some of us don’t have health insurance. 

Some of us have to work two or more jobs to keep a roof over our heads, and even then, go hungry or under-nourished because of food deserts and lack of adequate transportation.  Some of us can’t find a job because we’re a minority group.  Some of us can’t find a job because we’re disabled.  Some of us can’t find a job because our credit is too bad to get a car, or because we’ve served time in prison, or because we’ve never been taught how to write a resume and conduct ourselves in an interview.  Some of us do have a job, but already have debts to pay off and cannot afford to lose it. 

Some of us struggle with crippling anxiety after years of abuse at the hands of the people who were supposed to love us.  Some of us are coping with PTSD after being raped.  Some of us cannot even leave our homes without choking and gasping from a panic attack.

And even disregarding all of those, some people want to travel to France, or Italy, or Australia, or some other foreign country that ISN’T in the third world, where you need more than a minimum-wage job to afford to travel, and where you don’t feel the need to pontificate about so-called simpler lives like the appropriating Mighty Whitey you seem to be.

Most of those reasons do not apply to me, but some do.  And all of those things apply to a lot more people than care to admit to it.  So, Ms. Cole-King, fuck you.  How dare you assume that, just because your health and situation allows you this opportunity, that things are exactly the same way for the rest of us?  How dare you tell me what I can and cannot say are my boundaries, MY boundaries, when you are not in my head and my shoes and my life?  How DARE you?

If you really want to be “cultured” and “enlightened,” why not put your passport away, sit down, shut up, and listen, actually LISTEN, to the people around you?  Who knows?  You may end up learning more about your fellow humans, and about yourself, than any $4 roach motel in India could ever teach.

If not, then bon voyage.  And don’t forget to bring your own water.

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