everyone's fucked up: Skins
I used to say “broken attracts broken”(in a contemplative voice, smoking my pipe as I look into the horizon, reminiscing on times gone by) when asked about why all my friends seem to have major issues. In retrospect, maybe everyone’s just fucked up. Well, obviously, something’s up. The fact that we supposedly are raised in and live our own unique versions of life multiplied billion-fold across the continents, yet come out almost similarly damaged to some degree, something’s gotta give. It seems right now that the common denominator is just life. You hurt, therefore you are. As a person with nihilistic tendencies, I’m usually unbothered by this. Especially given that I am relatively untouched by the most severe tragedies of life - that of harsh poverty, that of physical abuse, that of unforgiving discrimination - I am exempt from these and so much more that I can such afford to ignore the ills of society when it’s convenient for me. But the humanitarian nature of my work