I am so. Fucking. Ignorant.
Ignorance may be bliss but when you finally snap out of it, it’s fucking shell shock. I’d like to think I’m aware of what’s going on in the world, what’s going on with the people of the world, but somehow, somehow, I managed to block out all the pain and hatred, to selectively block it out of my mind.
Well now I’ve had a reality check. So why the fuck am I complaining? The iPhone 4S isn’t good enough for me, there are people who have no way of conacting loved ones. My room isn’t warm enough, remember walking past the people sleeping outside? I haven’t got enough money to buy that dress. There a people who can’t afford female hygiene kits for that time of the month, like that worn out advert on the tube says, “After being stripped of family and her home, don’t let her be robbed of her dignity.” I get pissed when my mum won’t let me go to a concert, there are children who can’t do anything but curl up into a ball and cry when their parents repeatedly abuse them.
So what am I going to do about it?
Nothing, as usual.