sarahfish | Oct. 4th, 2005

So I couldn't fall asleep last night. I crawled into bed after a conversation with Nicky at about 2:30, but I couldn't stop thinking about things.. so I got up and went outside.

For those of you who don't know, the people who live below us are a bit obnoxious in the fact that they often have 5 people over at once, discussing random things outside in loud voices. They also like to drink. So at 3:30, they were having one of their discussing-random-things parties, and it was hard for me not to hear what they were saying.

They were in some kind of philosophic discussion about the state of humanity today, general suffering, so on and so forth. I didn't feel much like going back inside just yet, so I listened, partially because college students discussing philosophy amuses me. They always get so.. so.. "I've thought about this, therefore I am cool" and stuff.

So anyway, I listen for a few minutes, and finally someone brings up the subject of rich vs. poor, and how the poor suffer so much and it's totally unfair, everything should be equal, whatever. Bound to happen. And so at one point, one of the guys says, "Yeah.. and I mean.. these rich kids. They're rich, and some of them still kill themselves. I mean, what the hell?"

At which point I slammed my way back inside.

You know, I don't care what kind of rich kids you know. Just because someone has money doesn't mean they can't be depressed. Everyone knows that money is not the solution to all problems -- oftentimes, it's actually the root of many problems, even if you have a lot of it. Money does not equal happiness! Certainly a philosophy major, or at least someone who consistently discusses philosophy, should know that. It pisses me off when people say that kind of thing, because I hear it more than is really necessary. I mean, yeah. A poor person is probably going to have a lot more hardships, but pain comes in all different sorts. Invalidating someone's problems because they have money is totally not cool with me.

So needless to say, that didn't help my mood one bit. When I went back into my room, I turned on the light, sat on the floor for a few minutes, and finally resolved myself to drawing a terrible angst picture. After which I collapsed at 4:30.

Fuck you, world. I hate today.