I'm having a hard time getting motivated.

Optimism is an act of resilience against the brutal harshness of living the existential crisis.

This skinny, tattooed fucker told us what he was going to do. He wrote and posted videos telling anyone listening the plan. He isn't the outlier—most mass shooters write out their intent and display it to the world well before legally purchasing a weapon and unleashing their fury on bystanders.

These are all the warning bells of a new era of states rights and a roll back from federal control in the United States and the Left side of the issues continues to blare the outrage that this is all the fault of Donald Trump.

What purpose do I serve? Am I merely a creature of consumption and survival or is there something more than drives me? These are questions I'd guess an awful lot of people are asking right now. COVID shocked the world into a dark gaze into the void of routine and comfort, of complacency in the face of chaos just at bey.

Success comes from a cocktail of luck, timing, and the willingness to be completely reckless and thoughtless and bold.

"But doesn't it bother you any? I kind of feel like crap after a shift. I keep thinking about all of these poor people who can't afford these things and that we just hammer them over and over until they sign up for the card to be polite. I dunno. It seems... unethical or something."