Sit Down, Be Humble

No one owes you their time. Your trauma is your own. If you don't seek help, then the cross is yours to bear. It all seems like a bunch of hooey when you think about it. We all have problems and it is no one's responsibility to fix yours. It's another bitter pill to swallow. Unless you're rich. Or pretty. Or if people desire your attention. Or you die young and beautiful. Or you have the most amazing abilities in the known world. Regular, sub-par, mole-people...yeah, take that shit to the bank and don't bother the world with it. The world owes you nothing. The cosmos owe you nothing. Like the line from Liz Phair's  song "Polyester Bride" goes - "you're lucky to even know me, you're lucky to be alive. You're lucky to be drinking here for free, cuz I'm a sucker for your lucky pretty eyes." And unless there is someone out there who is going to notice what it is you got for them, you are on your own. No matter how much people tell you you're special, in the really real world...nobody gives a fuck.