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Originally Posted by Felix the Cat
I mean, I suppose I could have been born with Down's syndrome in a small village in Burundi with no access to running water, let alone medical care.
But that isn't particularly helpful or anything because I can't possibly relate to that.
Of the people I interact with on a daily basis... well... I don't know what to say. Take my old roommate, for example. Pizza goes in, nothing comes out, can't explain that! Seriously, the guy's daily diet consisted of a Papa John's pizza and a 2 liter of mountain dew (the debris of which he helpfully deposited in the living room; I ignored it on principle, until we got an ant infestation) and stayed rail-thin the entire time.
I feel like that's a representative example.
Yeah, they'll totally get their just desserts (hah!) when they hit 30... but it doesn't make me feel any better, since I got my just desserts when I hit 17. And even then I was eating a better diet than my peers; my parents are vegetarian health nuts. The most unhealthy food served on our table was whole-wheat pasta with 3 kinds of fresh vegetables.
In a metaphysical sense I am very unsatisfied with the fact that I would have to have a rigorous daily workout routine just to get to the point where I'm roughly equal to the lazy cheese-globbing slobs around me. And even then I'm still hairy, balding, and smelly.
Work hard, look after your health as best you can, be strong about the booze, be a good personas best you can, you'll be right.