Never a good sign

FEED ME!!!

FEED ME!!!

There are so many people in the world suffering because they don’t have food, their children are starving in front of their eyes, and they’re stuck in hopeless situations.
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And here I am upset over an insurance bill, the fact that I can’t seem to get re-acclimated to the time zone I’ve lived in for most of my life, and the perils of going through airports.
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Hell, why don’t I just go for the “Most ridiculous 1st world problems award” and cry over a broken fingernail?

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It’s hard not to bitch when I’m holding the flood insurance bill in my hand, but I’m trying to refrain from disturbing the 2 cats who’ve made a bed out of the remaining bills and enough junk mail to fill a garbage can.   
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If you live in the USA, did you notice the additional $250 cost added to your flood insurance policy?  The bill was on my desk when I arrived home from California. 
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I wouldn’t bother with flood insurance except for the fact that I live in Florida, we have hurricanes, and any water damage (including pipes breaking or forgetting to close a window during a rainstorm) is considered “flood” and not covered under my regular policy.  
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As I sit at an 18 year old desk eating oatmeal and drinking tea from a 20 oz styrofoam cup, I wonder…hmmm.
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That made me think (never a good sign).
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  • If a tree is felled to create catalogues (that I’ve repeatedly asked NOT to receive) and it doesn’t complain, is it any less victimized?
  • If 30 million people received a flood insurance bill, how many forests were needed to create all that paper?
  • How many polystyrene (styrofoam) cups would it take before the world ran out of petroleum to produce them?
  • If each person eating oatmeal sent a teaspoon of raw oats to starving countries, how many people would that feed in a day? 
I’d go back to bed, but now my brain hurts.