If it wasn't for the fact that I am totally self-involved and worried about getting fat, 90 percent of my day could be filled with the possibility of being a productive member of society. Only self-involved people can write blogs about being self-involved, I maybe committing the fallacy of circular argument here, but I am still sure I am correct.
It is not easy nor desirable to admit to yourself, let alone anyone else, that your still-yet-to-be diagnosed personality disorder has lead you down a dark and dreary path whereupon the lion share of your day is consumed with eating or thinking about not eating, then feeling bad about eating, then seriously deciding against eating, then thinking "maybe you should eat" then thinking about working out, trying to work out only to get thwarted by those evil-doers over at the YMCA.
My possession of a job has a direct effect on how often I think about working out and/or eating, as does my living at home.
Living at home when you are twenty-three is kind of like getting hit by a bicycle. Yeah, you're alive and everything, but it hurts like hell, and it's pretty embarrassing for everyone involved.
Add to the mix, living in the suburbs.
The suburbs are a cesspool of mediocrity.
It is easy to be seduced by their malls, paved roadways and overpriced coffee shops (which I visit with alarming frequency). Yet you cannot help but feel as if every day you wake up in the burbs a little bit of your soul has died in the night.
Where else but in a suburban mall could you find a Sleep Number (trademark logo here) Bed for your Pet. Yes. I saw it today with my own eyes, you're pet can now adjust its bed to it's own comfort sleep level.
There are really several questions / comments / concerns / value-judgements I had when I saw this.
1. How does my pet know, or how would I know what my pet thinks is comfortable?
2. Why should my pet have a bed better than mine?
3. Only suburban malls would have this product. Why? Because only assholes that live in the suburbs would purchase said product.
By their very nature suburbanites are self-involved and unconcerned with what happens around them, that's why they live in the suburbs. How much a person cares about the world is directly related to how far their houses are apart. This theory is proven by the show Full House.
I know, glaring generalities are frowned upon for the most part, however, its true. Those who live in the suburbs are slaves to routine. In the city, I feel like this routine cannot help but be disrupted by some unforeseen, unaccounted for event, no matter how small or inconsequential. I have come to welcome these things, they make me realize if only for a second, that yep., you aren't the most important person in the world, and for one second...to get over yourself. Cities are focused around something a museum, a sports complex, a skyscraper, business, industry! etc! Don't get me wrong suburbs are also focused around something...self involved people.
And thus we have come full circle.
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