Living a privileged life

I realize that I am privileged. I don’t want for much, and the things I do want for are not necessities. This week I found myself dwelling upon the dreaded WANTS, and coming to the conclusion that I’m a fucking brat.

Why is it that the more we acquire the more we want? When is enough, truly enough?

This is not my best side, it is not pretty, and it is not something I like to flaunt.

My family is great, we both have jobs, easy jobs I will add, and we have a roof over our head. What the hell do I have to bitch about? If this continues, please someone smack me and yell “wake up stupid and stop being a giant pussy.”