Sometimes I wish for a simpler life. One where everything is cut and dried. Makes sense. Isn't confusing. But then I think about it and wonder if a simpler life is actually possible. Knowing myself and the way that I am I know that I would find some way of turning a perfectly simple life into a mindless pursuit of material gain. Here's my confession. I like stuff. Stuff excites me. I don't completely know why, I know that most of it is just that... stuff, serving no useful purpose.

Yesterday I was invited over to some new friends house for dinner. I had volunteered to bring over dessert (a black forest cake) and had decided that I should take a bottle of wine with me as well. As I walked down the sidewalk to the liquor store one of the homeless dudes sitting in front of a store a few places down from the liquor store asked me for change. I arrogantly strode by him not even acknowledging his existence. Upon arriving at the liquor store I realized that it was closed and verbally vented my frustration. Hearing me grumble the aforementioned homeless man looked up in surprise and said "What it's closed!?" I looked at him and told him that yes it was. He then asked me if there was another liquor store nearby to which I replied "yep, only a few blocks down the street" and I proceeded to give him directions. He thanked me and smiled and waved, picked up his stuff and headed off in the direction of the store. As I climbed into my car and cranked the stereo I thought to myself that I am a total bastard. I was more than happy to give the guy directions and chat with him pointing him in the direction of his doom but when he was asking me for money I wouldn't even look at him. I felt like scum.