my hipocracy knows no bounds

my favorite lesson of the universe has to be irony. watching documentaries about ridiculous newyorkers paying forty grand a year for their two-year old’s preschool or some real housewife of wherever makes me so grateful to be a house renting, home schooling, bike riding, potato eater.
the dynamic may be obvious to most seems to surprise me every time is see it in action. the spoiled kids are always the least happy. when a child experiences instant gratification on a regular basis they are unable to develop anything resembling gratitude. now don’t get me wrong. I realize that I’m writing this seemingly self congratulatory post on my iPod, use my wifi, while watching Netflix. the author is, as always, the best example of the injustice they protest. and now that I think of it, this is a perfect irony. that with all my stuff and privilege I can look at a select few who have more and be filled with this disgusting self-righteousness. furthermore I teach English to Iraqi refugees. that is to say I know dozens of families living without basic needs. they are without a doubt more grateful than I but they are also at times more miserable than I could even fathom. jeez this got out of hand fast. anyway I’m glad that I have what I have and I don’t really need anything else.