Thursday, November 25, 2010
This is a special time of year -- a time of year where we get together with those closest to us and celebrate the systematic extermination of an indigenous people.
Yeah, those of you that know me know that I am the kind of guy that enjoys watching the world burn while giggling like a twelve year old Japanese school girl. Yet all the same, this holiday (as originally intended by Abraham Lincoln, who created the holiday in the midst of the Civil War) is for giving thanks.
I'm thankful to St. Louis vegetarians, who inspire me in so many different ways. You are intelligent, thoughtful and compassionate people that make this city a better place, and make St. Louis not a complete joke in the vegetarian world. This blog does not begin to represent you with the awesomeness that you deserve. The past year and a half has been the hardest period of my life. Basically, in this time, my life has fallen completely apart. Most of you know of my struggles with depression. I won't lie: it's still there, and I don't know if it's getting better or not. It's hard for me as I am a person that is very skilled at stabbing myself in the heart, and also allowing other people into my life that do it for me. For all my cynicism, I am also, interestingly enough, rather naive. I trust people too much, I get the wrong messages from people, misunderstand intentions, and on occasion push away people that I shouldn't. (Okay, that got a little ranty -- sorry!)
My point? My life would be of much lesser quality if it weren't for St. Louis vegetarians. So, thank you. I don't know if I will be in St. Louis all that much longer. This saddens me, as I love this city, and the people in it. But regardless, my life has been enriched for having know you.