On moderate lifestyle change

The secret to life is apparently moderate lifestyle change. If you have any problem, any problem at all and live the United States, it's because you're living incorrectly.

What they say:
Have eczema? Change your lifestyle you itchy bastard.
Obese? Change your lifestyle you fat bastard.
Diabetic? Change your lifestyle you...sugary or
Unedcuated? Change your lifestyle you dumb bastard.
Greedy? Nothing wrong with that.

I could go on. These cure-all books admonishing us for becoming one way or the other, or try everything can give some of us headaches. Not to worry, headaches can be eased out with you know what.

I suppose they are not such a bad thing, because sometimes these moderate lifestyle changes actually work for people. And living with any sort of problem is difficult. We're the society that tries to treat everything in the world, and I like it more than I hate it. It means we're striving to relieve almost everyone of any type of pain, pain which makes us cry, itch, and hate life. In this sea of happiness that we've created, we see a need to bring up those who are not feeling the enthusiasm endowed to us.

We care about you manboy with eczema who writes a blog to simultaneosuly avoid crushing amounts of schoolwork and relieve stress.

This may be a form of procrastination but it's a healthy moderate lifestyle change if only for a few minutes.

Midst of a situation

Carumba.

It's already October. School has been back in full force for six weeks and a lightened load has opened up many new dilemmas. Instead of being so busy that I madly rush to finish every piece of work, I now have time to ponder each assignment, with all of my tender love and care. It really is like it's freshman year again. I am doing extremely well in school, but I do not like the sense of accomplishment that it gives me anymore.

I suppose what I am saying is currently, getting an A does not hold a candle to receiving a paycheck. I hope that this is not because I am a greedy person, but because I am not doing what I like to do. My major is great and a wonderful mind-expanding tool and all, but having time to think about it really makes me want to do other things, like watch movies, or read The Economist.

It is that dilemma which pesters old people. What percantage of humanity is doing what they actually want do to?