( 11:45 AM ) shut up christine
back to my manifesto
there was a day when someone asked me about ekatva, and then immediately after, another person asked me about the whistle around my neck (for the child soldiers in the congo)
and i cringed on the inside while i spoke
because sometimes i feel like a pretentious douchebag
gallivanting in the slums, savior to the less fortunate
no.
do you want to know what i really did in india?
i was a dish washer, and i led an arts & crafts class.
i am not always the nicest person, as evidenced in the picture above where i am taking all the loose cat hair from Pickles' brush and piling it on her head like a wig
i'm not a hero
i don't need or want to change the world
i just strive to be a decent human being
pull over to the side when ambulance sirens are coming
spit my gum in a trashcan, not on the sidewalk
hold the door open if someone is walking behind me
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