#152

he listened to them talk about their travels. their eyes were bright, voices empassioned; they were dancing around with pictures of poverty and hugging scattered children. every sentence laden with guilt-inducing keywords, the presentation held every proper heartrending, soul-changing moment of the trip. after a conclusive but unconvincing statement from each member of the trip of how they planned to go back, to raise money, to work for reform, he left.
returning home to his simple and empty apartment, he finally understood why he always felt different.
they would keep their belongings, but become (as least temporarily) enthralled with the idea of giving more to others. they would make frequent trips to goodwill to create room at home for more, more, more.
he never wanted any of it in the first place.