Why are white people so happy and so full of BS all the time?
They are always smiling, acting like you have to have a good time all the time. They show off. They pretend they have the answers to everything - eat right this, exercise that. Look at my stupid blog and my pictures. Didn't you watch so and so tv show or movie? What do you mean you haven't been to that country or run a marathon or donated to that charity? What are you, some sort of loser?
America! We're number one!
Don't white people know that life isn't a celebration? Have they not realized this yet.
Let me tell white people what life on this planet is about: you are born, you crap, you grow up, you reproduce, you work like a dog, you grow old and die. There's nothing else. Everything else is the BS stories we tell each to pretend that there is something more.
What an absolutely ignorant post. I can only surmise that you were repeatedly smacked in the head with a phone book as a child.
I'm white and, yeah, I'm happy. If I were any happier I'd have to be twins.
I have every reason to be happy. I'm 54 years old.I retired from the military at 38. I worked hard and did without so that I could invest well, which now allows me to pursue photography full time. Thankfully I'm pretty good, but even if I sucked I would still live comfortably.
I didn't go to college. I barely made it out of high school. I spent three out of four summers in summer school. I had no privilege. My Dad, may he rest in peace, was a truck driver. He drove a dump truck on Long Island and then a tanker for Esso/Exxon. Mom was a housewife. My Dad taught my brother and me the value of hard work and providing for yourself and your family. He taught us nothing that any father of any other skin color couldn't teach
his kids.
I have nice things. I have nice things because I didn't piss my money away on stupid shit. I have nice things because I didn't think only about what was coming next, but about what was coming ten years down the road. When I started investing, I was 18 (36 years ago). I made a whopping $233 every two weeks in the Navy (1981). I put $100 a month into a retirement account religiously. Sure, I could've used that money for other things; more "immediate" things. But I knew I could make that small amount of money work for me.
If you truly believe that life is nothing more than being born, crapping, reproducing, working like a dog, growing old and dying, then you've done it wrong. You've done it completely and utterly wrong and you have no one to blame but either yourself or your parents.
Either you or your parents (perhaps both?) are miserable failures...
