It’s been a crazy few hours. Kinda loved it, actually. You really get to come up close and personal with society. I don’t really do much of that, though. The most I ever do is give someone a smile or tell cashiers thank you.

too far That quote from Margaret Thatcher about how there is no society actually goes hard. Like what if she was cooking? I know she probably meant it in a classist and evil way, but what if we should be humoring it for the more philosophical aspects of it? Like… is there a society? It seems like there is here at the airport, and it’s a disagreeable kind of society. I’m not loving it. All these people just going to and from Disney. Bores me to tears. These are the people who have repopulated the earth? Is it really worth it? It seems like there’s too many people around. We’ve gotten way too big for our collective britches. Too many of us with too many demands. The definition of human rights has gone too far. We shouldn’t have the right to go to Disney whenever we want and take airplanes to wherever the fuck we want. It’s like there’s no restrictions set on how much we can be doing these things as a society. Like what the hell? There are individual restrictions on these things, I think… but no, there really aren’t any. As long as you have enough money, you can basically do whatever you want. Example: Taylor Swift. She’s using up as many of the earth’s resources as she pleases. So I think we need to start putting limits on people’s carbon emissions. Like each individual person should only be allowed to emit so much carbon per year regardless of what their job is or how they lead to the so-called “prosperity” that we’re enjoying. Cuz like… what happens when it all comes crashing down?

taylor But that’s just human nature. Doing things to excess. Pushing our limits until we crash out. Drinking not just until we’re buzzed, but drunk, and then blacked out, and then cirrhotic, and then dead. We all have a death wish, it seems. The collective obsession with death is so strong that it’s turned into a death wish. “Gotta die of something,” my dad always says. Yeah… I guess. It’s just weird. The death wish translates to our collective activity as a species, not just individual behaviors.

I hate having to figure this stupid bullshit with my debit card. But it’s not gonna be a very big deal at all now that I have mom’s credit card. It’s almost like the issue is resolved now. It’s all working out, and it’s all because I have supportive parents. Thanks so much, guys. I’m so grateful that I have y’all. I would be okay without you, but I’m better with you, and isn’t that just what we love about family?

It makes me think of the… uh… oh, that’s it. The line from that classic movie that’s like “I have always relied on the kindness of strangers.” It becomes chilling for the first time. When I heard it, I thought it was pretty sweet, and I think I still do, but for the first time I understand it. I’m extremely lucky because I get to rely on the kindness of my family, but someone like that lady who said that line has to rely on the kindness of strangers. It’s a line that makes me realize how much I have taken my parents for granted. Something like this, that’s what it takes. I get it now, guys. I do need you!

Okay, time to go board the flight, I think. This has been a nice little distraction. Or spark. Or campfire. Whatever terminology we’re using these days. It’s slipping through my fingers all the time. See ya!