Compassion fatigue and the obesity epidemic. Imagine how you feel when you see a stinking, homeless, wino on the side of the road or in the subway or somewhere. Especially if you live in a lesser metropolitan area where they aren't every-fucking-where. There is an immediate reaction, a lot of times we turn a blind eye to it because we feel there is nothing we can do but often, at least for me, if I think about it I start wondering how they got to be that way, what they would be like if they had a home and money and good health, and I feel very sad for them. Sometimes I see them drinking cheap booze or smoking crack and I shake my head thinking "I'm so glad thats not the only thing I have." If the fats were as rare as the winos, I would probably feel more sympathy for them. But imagine if you walked around surrounded by 70% winos slumped in their own filth and sucking on a bottle? There comes a point where you can't care anymore. You look around and think "has the world gone insane?" Maybe a couple times you tried to help them, but it rarely worked. God forbid the winos start a movement demanding to be respected and seen as beautiful despite their decision to live that way. They have kids and let their kids drink booze all day and tell the parents who don't allow their children to drink alcohol that they don't love their children as much. It really would be god damn fucking crazy. I wish I didn't have to hate fat people. But the insanity of it all...the total lack of self-awareness, the disregard for their future selves and for future generations, the constant complaining about the very easily preventable and mostly reversible effects of their decisions to be sedentary over eaters. And the sheer numbers of them! I'm walking through a world of "people" who are barely functioning, who don't even know what it's like to be alive--to climb a mountain, to run through a field, and they just keep digging their own grave. Ran out of compassion a long time ago, only bitterness is left. I wonder sometimes if there is even hope any more.