Just thought you should know.
Upon the recommendation of my boyfriend, who never buys ANYTHING, I just finished a rather life-changing book: Affluenza.
True to form, I have shitloads to say about it. But since I just spent 45 minutes bitching about the book and the ills of our society to a co-worker and I've done gone and made myself TIRED of the topic, I'll let you read it for yourselves.
But you have to promise to read it, OK? Promise? I even gave you a head start by linking to its Amazon page, where you can buy it - APPROPRIATELY - used for a mere 6 bucks.
(Better yet: We got it from the LIBRARY 'cause that's how we roll. Sniff. Sniff.)
Suffice it to say, this book was yet another avenue to sad and gloomyville. Instead of getting all accusatory up in society's hypothetical grill (why am I speaking like a gangsta bitch?), let's talk about me for approximately one second. Me, and how absolutely crappy I feel that I am one of these people. I consume tons of shit with the best (er, worst) of them. And it really does make me feel all empty and gross inside. Even more empty than the emptiness I started with.
Hey. I said approximately one second and that's all you get. I am not having a happy week. I know why. It'll pass. I still made it to yoga last night - POWER yoga, mind you - and an ass-kicking class over lunch today. I'm trying. It's just that there are some areas of my life that are hollow and yuck right now and it is seriously bringing me down.
Down down downtown Julie Brown.