washingtonbound
Bluelighter
Lately my mental health has been going down quite a bit and I'm not sure what the exact cause is. It has really flared up in the past week, which I initially thought was nicotine withdrawal related, but I don't think that's all of it. Basically, I left the US a few months ago looking for greener pastures, but my own ugliness follows me everywhere. First I went to Buenos Aires, and two worthless thugs robbed me at 2am when I was coming back from a bar after a couple weeks of being there. This really made me sick. My phone then showed up when I signed into my icloud account and I decided to go looking for it by plugging the location into my apple watch. What I saw then made me equally as sick as the robbery. The slum these thugs lived in was just deplorable. Hundreds of wires protruded into the street and I saw several homeless wandering around with enormous open sores all over their body. God knows what would happen if a fire ever broke out. The odor was was absolutely putrid, and I could just see the desperation in people's faces as they wallowed in the sewer. I do empathize with the decent people who are born into these type of horrid conditions, but in this moment all I thought about was beating the shit out of those goddamn thugs who robbed me. I walked behind a couple police and explained what I was trying to do in broken Spanish, they were absolutely useless. It was impossible to find out exactly where the phone was because these slum "apartments" were stacked on top of each other in such a disorganized way. Anyway, I decided I valued my life more than the phone and got out of there, and the experience left a really sour taste in my mouth.
Shortly afterwards I took a bus to Porto Alegre, Brazil. This dump didn't even appear safe during the day. I started to really realize how detestable most people's living conditions are outside of the tourist zones. It is sad and also pathetic that the government doesn't do jack shit about it. I spent some time in different Brazilian cities, and eventually ended up in Sao Paulo. Basically I realize now that I don't give a fuck about any cities. They all smell like shit to me, and I've started to hate going out. Lately I've been pissed off by the fact that I have to feed myself everyday, because I can't stand going out to eat and am terrible at cooking. I can't understand Portuguese at all, and am constantly bored and dealing with anhedonia. I am miserable everywhere, and hate myself beyond belief. Travel does not bring me pleasure anymore, and I have no skills to get a job. What the hell is the point?
Shortly afterwards I took a bus to Porto Alegre, Brazil. This dump didn't even appear safe during the day. I started to really realize how detestable most people's living conditions are outside of the tourist zones. It is sad and also pathetic that the government doesn't do jack shit about it. I spent some time in different Brazilian cities, and eventually ended up in Sao Paulo. Basically I realize now that I don't give a fuck about any cities. They all smell like shit to me, and I've started to hate going out. Lately I've been pissed off by the fact that I have to feed myself everyday, because I can't stand going out to eat and am terrible at cooking. I can't understand Portuguese at all, and am constantly bored and dealing with anhedonia. I am miserable everywhere, and hate myself beyond belief. Travel does not bring me pleasure anymore, and I have no skills to get a job. What the hell is the point?