The Burden of being a Burden.

I normally dont get all “oh no poor me” I have never been that person. I always try to look at the brighter side of things. Always having hope for tomorrow. But NOT today. No, today it is being drug out of me. All the right buttons have been pushed. Not only is the guilt of my pathetic life baring down on me today, I am seriously unnerved at how people have deemed me less than equal. I have no right to voice my opinion, let alone have one at all. I apparently don’t even matter seeing on how I cannot be a “productive” member of society.

That to me is funny, considering I battled for years against the idea of string myself up to the rafters. Now that I am past all that it seems that there are people in this world who would do it for me, just to save a couple bucks. Since I am now officially part of the “Bleeding Heart Demographic” I suppose I ought to be a good girl and live up to that title.

So here it goes:

Do you Seriously think I freaking asked for this? REALLY? Did it ever occur to you that maybe I had plans for my life that did not include sitting on my butt getting a government check every month? When I was younger being a “lazy”, “scatterbrained” , “lump on a freaking log”, was not part of my agenda. There are so many things I wanted to do. I wanted to be a Photographer. I wanted to work for National Geographic. I wanted to travel the world and experience different cultures. I wanted to go to the Amazon and take pictures in the rain forest, in hopes to help save it somehow. I wanted to meet Mother Theresa and document her work. I wanted to climb mountains! Mount Emei Shan is one of my biggest dreams! I wanted to find out for myself what life is all about…

Well did I ever… and I’m hugely unimpressed.

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