Post of Good Things
- thinking my life is bad or hard is moronic. i'm the end product of the culture with the highest standard of living and material comfort in history. i have it better than the super-duper-rich-and-powerful of a hundred years ago.

- the fact that i'm even alive, that i ever came to exist to enjoy things in the first place, is a cosmic event of such an infinitely small probability that it may as well be miraculous.

- i'm not sick, in fact i am never sick, and i have no injuries/mutilations/deformities (apart from this tiny annoying cut on my finger that didn't even bleed when i got it this morning).

- people around me are generally cool, family is loving and i see them often enough.

- i have no reason to feel sorry for myself. i just need to keep shit in perspective.

i don't know, this stuff i take for granted is failing at raising my spirit. i need a list of good things that just happened or whatever. which there are none i can think of. condescendingly reminding myself that i'm a petulant ingrate does not help things very much. i guess i'm not really depressed in the first place but this moving business is a bummer. i wanna stay here!

i'm gonna go. later.