Lately I think maybe I'm just jealous because I wish I was that stupid, to want only that for my life and to just be OK with it. To be OK with marrying someone because they're there and it's better than being alone, to just accept religion because everyone else does, to be OK being a fucking sheep whose life is dictated by primetime televison and Turducken and whatever celebrity disease is hip, doing whatever Oprah or the mall or Family Circle Magazine tells you. They all seem to be pretty fucking happy, even if they aren't too far removed from zombies to me. Now who's the stupid one?
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