Dear Blog,
Knives are dangerous. So are names. And so, both will be withheld from my post.
Anyway, I've had reason lately to realize how...mm...spoiled I am. Reasons:
1. I have a job. A good job, where I make full, fair minimum wage. Where I'm safe.
2. I have clothes that fit, are nearly always clean when I need them, and suit just about every kind of average-day situation.
3. I have a car to drive. And I can afford the gas I need to put in it.
4. My parents, as well as all four of my siblings, are alive.
5. My family lives together; my parents are still married.
6. I'm not paying my parents' bills.
7. I'm in college.
8. 95% of my shoes don't have holes in them; my work shoes are fully functional.
9. I have a fully-functioning cell phone.
10. I have time to have friends. And a boyfriend, who treats me like a princess.
11. I have time to sleep for eight hours a night.
12. I have the opportunity to eat three meals a day.
13. I'm part of a minority that can say half of those things;
14. I'm part of a smaller minority that can say all of them.
Life is not fair.
