When I was 16 one of those guys with the bible and the wanting-you-to-read-it came up to me and asked if I wanted to go to heaven. I asked: “Who’s going to be there?”

I think it’s an important question when thinking about a place you supposedly want to go. If someone asked me to go to a party, I’d want to know who was going. If someone asks me to go to heaven, I’ll have a similar thought process. I hang out with cool people that I like a lot. This can get problematic because when you only interact with a heavily curated group of individuals, you miss out on the diversity that exists within the world. But then again, everyone else is also living in a heavily curated group of individuals that shields them from reality.

Chick Fil-A had their biggest day ever because some politicians applauded the owner of the company’s statement of hate. That’s weird to me. This idea would never occur in my group of friends because my group of friends don’t base our life decisions on hate, and this makes our group fun to be around.

It’s strange to me that there exists a world where hate is something that we must discuss as a rational opinion, but it’s stranger because I live in that world. I’ve somehow allowed that world to seem separate from my own despite the fact that that world is the all encompassing world that my group exists within. This society with ideas I find not only disagreeable, but laughable and absurd is the one that I live in and yet I’m able to think of it as something that exists only in the media and the minds of angry facebook posters.

Chick Fil-A had their biggest day ever because some politicians applauded the owner of the company’s statement of hate.

I forget that there are people out there who vocieforously disagree with all my opinions, but I just feel bad for them because they don’t get to be a part of a group of people who don’t have to discuss whether or not gay marriage should be legalized because we’re busy discussing whether the istitution of marriage is valid in our modern society – we’re existing in a world where empathy is not a question, but rather the assumption on which we begin our conversations. I love my friends.

I got tired while writing this and asked my girlfriend what I should write. I had just ranted about this exact issue for 15-20 of what must have been the most boring minutes of her life. I think she summed it up perfectly when she said:

“Just write: Herey Herey, this shit’s fucked up bitches. Everyone’s in there club, and I ain’t in it. WE DANCE!!!! I don’t like how they dance in those clubs. I didn’t even know people danced like that any more. They dance stupid.”