The heart of it

I woke up this morning pissed. I knew it was floating anger. I knew I was blaming it on the wrong things.

It came out in conversation: I feel like we're on a hamster wheel, like all our resources are getting sucked into a black hole, like we can't get ahead and do the things we want to do -- i.e., travel.

I haven't been out of the country in years. I haven't been out of the state in more than a year. I've barely left the Bay Area lately.

Fuck me. It can't all be about responsibility.