It seems like the rest of the world is doing something fun or fun-er than I am right this minute. Even if they might not be, my mind keeps telling me that. I’m sure there are million others who are thinking the exact same thing. And here I am writing a post about it, in an air-conditioned room while they’re wondering if they’ll survive the next day. Mm, dramatic.
Yes, I am trying to make you feel guilty. But not because you have fun while they struggle to live. I wish my heart was that big. I’m trying because I am having less fun than you are.