I've been saying for years that I need a ferret in my life, and I finally have him! While he may stink and take craps where I don't want him to take craps, he is so wonderful and adorable. When he's asleep, nothing in the entire world could be cuter or more relieving. I feel like other people think I've made a bad decision getting a ferret because they're smelly and a lot of work to take care of, and I'm also only a sophomore in college and have to take care of this little beast for 8 more years. But I love the responsibility, and I might also be a little obsessed with animals. Sometimes I feel like they get me better than any human could. I also like that they are completely dependent on me because I know that someone really does need me....not to sound like no one needs me around, but I guess it's reassuring. I don't know. A fact about me: I used to want to be a vet (like every other kid) but then I found out that would involve blood and cutting living creatures open. Yuck. I'd never be able to handle it.
Sometimes I wish I could just take a plane to Africa, or any other third world country, but Africa seems to be the one I'm obsessed with lately. But it could never be that easy.
I hate that not everyone has the opportunity for a great life... that so many people die every day because they aren't able to get sufficient food or a place to stay the night. I know it happens in america, but there is way more opportunity here to get oneself out of that hole than in a third world country. I hate seeing people who are helpless and hurting that can't do anything about it. I hate everyone in this country for being so wealthy and selfish and ignorant. I mean, there was a 23-year war in Uganda that barely anyone here knows about. And would they even care?
I'm depressing myself.
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