I wonder if there is a soliton to this thing I”m constantly afflicated with. In “Vicky Christina Barcelona”, they called it chronic dissatisfaction.
I become destructive when I am dissatisfied with the way things are. But when does it stop? I saw on CNN today that 4.5 million people in the world are refugees because of various conflicts that arise in their country–religious, political, social… I then said to myself, “thank God you’re not one of those people! The nerve I am to constantly complain about how this shit and that shit in my life isn’t the way it’s supposed to be.”
How did I get this way? I’d like to know. So that I can undo it.
I’d like to be a better person. Sometimes I don’t like myself too much.
It’s not an easy thing, constantly being around somebody you don’t like.
