After bumping into sugarsweetvenom's news post, I'm beginning to realize just how fucked up we all feel these days. It's like walking on the beach... and then you realize, you're in a wheelchair, and the sand is getting finer, deeper. The muscles on the back of your hands and forearms ache as you press down on the only means of escape (or escalation). The poorer you get, the more you have to move farther and farther; from post to pillar you must tread, no matter the cost.
Endeavor to strain the muscles in your smile, for they are the only ones that will never hurt you.
Peace and strength fellow NGers.