All of the awful things about life are just eating me alive at this point.
For example, I’m shopping at Winco, which is fine and I’m glad I have money for food and the like. I know my life is privileged despite how depressed I feel all the time. But as I round the corner at the shelf-stable non-dairy milks, there sits a huge pile of low-grade, generic dog food in massive bags on a pallet. Plain white bags, with DOG FOOD stamped on the front in huge letters. There’s a drawing of the dog on the front, and even he looks super depressed, as if he knows his days are numbered because of malnutrition. And I just think, why even continue living in a world where some poor dog has to eat this junk day in and day out? [Read more]