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I hate to be thought of as a whiner, but I’m bored and lonely and feeling crappy right now. As much as I hate other people, I’m pretty sure I hate myself more. I’m so stressed and miserable these days. I think I’ve been suffering from mild depression most of my life and it’s only been getting worse. On top of that I’m pretty sure I fit all of the qualifications for body dysmorphia (yeah, it’s not just women who think about that stuff, believe it or not). Maybe I’m just some sort of self-deprecating hypochondriac. I’m just fucked up forever because of my life growing up. I wore chains and bore heavy weights, they just weren’t physical. It’s sad to think about how some things just mess you up so much in the head and you realize you’ll never get over it. Your childhood follows you always. Some people are lucky enough to have a good one.
An officer of 444 Siege Battery, Royal Garrison Artillery (RGA), smokes a pipe as he supervises a kitten balancing on a 12 inch gun shell near Arras, 19 July 1918
By the end of the war, Captain Snuggles was credited with killing 70 Germans, and won the prestigious Very Shiny Ball of String inside a Cardboard Box award for his services to Crown and Country.
70 Germans? Vicious.
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“You develop an instant global consciousness, a people orientation, an intense dissatisfaction with the state of the world, and a compulsion to do something about it. From out there on the moon, international politics look so petty. You want to grab a politician by the scruff of the neck and drag him a quarter of a million miles out and say, ‘Look at that, you son of a bitch.’”
~ Apollo 14 astronaut Edgar Mitchell
Maybe that’s part of the problem. We can’t even see most of the stars anymore.
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