Nice to meet you. I’m so sorry that we treat you so bad.
Sometimes I blame you for all kinds of stuff. Allergies, city doves, dust. But then I realize that it’s actually okay that you throw shit at me and everybody else. Because we treat you like you’re worth absolutely nothing.
And do you know the worst of it all? Some people deny that we have anything to do with it. They don’t want to use even a minute of their day to think about what we all could do to at least try saving you. Or just make you feel better.
I want to make you feel better.
But I say that as I’m sitting inside a heated house, using my computer with the radio on. The lights are on as well. I’m a hypocrite.