You know what feeling I have a hard time shaking, or not thinking about? The idea of how huge this world really is. How many people, and lives, and families are in it. I was just watching Greenberg, a random but thought-provoking Ben Stiller film. In it, his OCD and painfully awkward character proclaims:
"Well duh it's a small world, everyone knows that."
I've never felt that way. I can't help but wonder why or how I even matter sometimes. So many people can do what I do and better. But the one fact remains, no one is youer than you (Dr. Seuss). You just gotta make you a you you love.
The world has gotten progressively worse, I don't think many people can argue that. Does anyone ever wonder if that's because it has gotten progressively bigger? Maybe everyone's survival instinct has increased because they feel there is more competition, maybe it's natural. I'm not excusing what a shitty place the world is, because I swear one day soon God is going to say "You know, I said I wouldn't flood this place again, but screw it, it's gotten worse than I imagined. So and so, build me an ark."
Speaking of a shitty place, I can't help but wonder how this situation with the miners in Chile will turn out. The 33 miners stuck in a 540-square-foot area, 2,300 feet underground were discovered after 18 days and just told that they won't be rescued for another 4 months.
I love how at the end of the article I read it says "3 to 4 of the miners are showing signs of anxiety and depression". How do they figure that? It's not like they're sending shrinks down there to examine them. Wouldn't they all be showing some signs of anxiety? They barely have space to move and just found out they won't be out by Christmas! Wonder how their survival instinct is kicking in.
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